I hope this finds you well. This is in fact my two thousandth post on The Black Iris. It’s hard to believe. I know these sorts of things are considered to be momentous occasions in the blogging universe, and I know on such occasions I’m supposed to say something clever. Perhaps try to find meaning in something as arbitrary as the thoughts that permeate through this screen. Perhaps say something philosophical or poetic. And I will admit that I actually did give this a lot of thought and settled on the following series of words:
On some level, the blogging universe dictates that we acknowledge such milestones; like we do of birthdays, where there’s a cake involved, with candles designed to be extinguished. And here’s what I find interesting. At birthday parties, we surround ourselves with the people we love, be they friends or family; and that in itself is what defines a birthday. Without those people, it’s just a guy, in a room, with a cake and a party hat on. And yet, perhaps ironically, these are occasions socially-constructed to celebrate the ‘self’.
And that’s kind of metaphorical.
Every one of us – whether we are bloggers or just ordinary human beings – is defined by those that surround us. Their perceptions acknowledge our existance, like a planet that’s part of a solar system. Our actions and our words are all self-driven, but exist only because others acknowledge their existance. We are considered ordinary or extraordinary based on those in our orbit. In other words, we are all trees in a forest making a sound, but only because others are around to hear it.
So this two thousandth post is dedicated to the readers of The Black Iris.
It is dedicated to the many people who apparently read this blog for reasons unbeknown to me. People who may be questioning themselves and their life decisions right about now. It is dedicated to those who have discussed, debated, and grappled with the issues I’ve tried my best to bring to light here. It is dedicated to the naysayers. It is dedicated to those who have made this experience worthwhile. It is dedicated to friends and foes who have berated me for something I wrote. It is dedicated to those who have stuck with me through every rant, ramble, raving; every frustration and every thought I’ve ever barely-articulated on this blog. It is dedicated to fellow bloggers in my own particular realm; in my own particular solar system. And it is dedicated to the handful of individuals whom I consider to be visionaries, activists, leaders, and intellectuals who are all a gazillion times smarter than me, whose example I constantly aspire to, and who surprisingly read this blog for reasons still unbeknown to me.
And before the music plays me off the stage, I should say that to those of you who have followed The Black Iris religiously and with demonstrated enthusiasm, I thank you for being a major part of it. As for those of you whom I annoy, I should probably warn you that the next two thousand posts will be just as annoying, and I thank you for being a major part of that as well.
This virtual space has probably become more yours than mine at this point.
I’m just a spectator.