The First Spark

Why is this new? Why is it that I never thought of doing this before? It makes so much sense to me now: blogging. What a good way to get out my frustrations, what a good way to practice my writing without the constraints of the high school establishment and what a safe way to do it. I think back on all the times that I created an uncomfortable situation or burdened someone with my problems and how I wanted to shoot myself for not having the proper outlet. Now I find that it has been here all along, its accessibility and ease of use taunting me. Well no longer, I am poised to strike with all that I have concealed in my mind for all this time. These ideas have been pent up too long and now they have a way to spring forth into existence. I tremble with the anticipation of these words, for none can know their full impact, not even me. But in that uncertainty is fear. What if this is all simply whispering to the shadows? What if these words are not good enough? Maybe this was the wrong time to discover this, now when the chips are down. These words mean more to me then themselves: they carry with them my dreams and all the work of the past 18 years. What if these words become the echo of effort to failure? However, perhaps all I ever needed was an echo to talk to. All I know is I am pent up and I am ready to be set ablaze.