The old blogger pointed to the vast unexplored horizon. The boys were gripped by his every word. "Out there are the people of the world. Out there are they are waiting to hear from you. Out there they are looking for you!" Excited, they urged the old blogger on. "What can we write?, why would anyone listen to us?" they asked. The old blogger stopped. Mindful of his experiences he knew he had raised their expectations. A blistered blog writer for many years he new the dangers and dissapointments that awaited them. Thinking carefully about what he was going to say he knew there was every chance that what he knew could put the off writing a blog...for ever!
"Out there is danger!" His eyes looked deep into their searching for their fears. "You can put your heart and soul into a post and you might get nothing in return." The boys looked back in disbelief. "You mean we can write our very best and no one cares?" they asked. "It's possible" he said his voice dropping to a secretive hush. The boys continued to be held in the rheumy gaze of the old blogger. They could see his thoughts drifting back to posts of old. The popular ones, the ones with authority, posts that grabbed attention across the whole world.
"You have to do because you want to do it boys. Don't go expecting riches and fame. That's a fools errand". The old blogger knew. He was their age when he put finger to keyboard. I can influence the world he thought, the people of the world will laugh and cry over what I write, they'll be inspired and I will transform their lives. He saw the same beliefs in the boys that sat in front of him.
"We'll write and write and write and write" the boys implored. "The people of the world will hear our stories. They'll laugh and cry over what we'll write. We'll change the world!"
The old blogger got up. "Time to leave now boys. Over there is your destiny. Out there are people you touch and people that can't be touched, people you'll reach and people who can't be reached. Out there are people who will never be your friends"
As the old blogger walked away down the shore line the boys looked out. Their eyes began to see the stumps and rotting frames of old discarded blogs. Not one, not hundreds, but hundreds of thousands of fillling the sea before them. An ocean of sunken words lost for ever.