Sunlit Neverland

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ile villegas.
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I realized I haven’t blogged about anything that’s emotional, or dramatic.. you know, the common self-reflection shiz that was so common here in the blogosphere back in the early 2000 when people mostly blogged about feelings rather than hobbies.

I can’t believe I’m still using the word “blogosphere”. 

Come to think of it, I still mostly use the word “self-portrait” rather than “selfie”.

And this is how self-reflection comes to me now: continual awareness of the language that I am using and how it objectively places my identity in the present culture, observance of the trends in my present generation, and once in a while, random book and movie analysis.  

Gone are the “why do I exist?”, “why is everything so sad?”, “why are people so sad?” pondering.

And even now, I wonder if it’s the same thing with bloggers who started around 2000s too.

And I wonder if this is another effect of the internet in this generation. People have access to so many information and so they occupy their minds with thoughts about these informations and neglect looking into themselves in a light that is unadulterated by stereotypes dictated online (example: quiz on what kind of disney princess are you?)

Once upon a time, when you happened to visit a person’s blog, you are taken into this intimate moment where you almost feel like you are looking straight into a person’s soul, a real human soul. And she’s open and real and she tells you things that she normally wouldn’t tell people she knows, not even her family or friend.

Bloggers in the past write things the same way people put secret messages in a bottle and throw them to the sea. 

Now when you visit a blog, the first thing that comes into your mind is what category it is in. And you proceed to looking at pretty pictures of food. 

Come to think of it, people don’t do so much as look at a blog, let alone actually read it.

But I am not complaining or anything. These are just observations. Observations that I believe majority has pondered upon too. And probably written about too one boring Saturday morning when they felt like pouring their heart out in a blog post, but found out they don’t have any strong emotions to let out, and they’ve become empty shells, and they check themselves if they’re indeed becoming stereotyped, and whether it’s a good thing or bad, or if this is what it means to be normal.