The end of the year is here. Chrimbo time. The most sold out festive season around. A time when we should probably reflect. A but sure, it is for sure a different time for everyone.

I have done that. For a few different reasons. This post is about the reflection of where I am trying to go or what I am doing here on Hive.

A bloody waste of four years if I am doing nothing. No matter it feels like I am growing something. So I will carry on, carrying on.

So to carry on.
Snook's Challenge.
See it on Peakd
See it on Hive.blog

Who exactly done what is not exactly clear. Things were definitely done. But, by who, when and why?

Let's go back to the beginning.
I didn't come here to the blockchain for me. Somehow doing something for others is much more rewarding at time. So I came here for myself.

Finding a little thing to write about is not to hard a thing for me to do. Constantly like daily. Interest gets lost. What is needed for blogging suited me though so he jumped on board. A post would not be a novel. Nor could it be a financial report. Opinions of fact and a grey line to fact provided an alternative opinion to what many might write of a topic.

As for myself, writing is not the forte. That's a thought for the future. Literally. Even in just having a normal conversation. I find myself off in the future. The conversation tense jumps to times yet to be.

Getting myself back to a present time is not an easy thing to do. Seeing a future that no one else can makes myself look a little crazy at times.

As you can see. I do not actually do very much around here. It's me who writes the posts and myself has all the vision. I am just the go between, between the two.

For basically doing nothing and relying on everyone else. An account has built up worth at present values 17K. That works out, an average of 4,250 a year. For year one I can be sure we were not in the running for holding 4,000 HP.

If it was not for me writing posts and sharing thoughts. The support we have now would not be there. It was myself who set the road to travel. I get all the credit.

There are many unseen things people cannot understand. No one can definitively say we are the only ones.

There are 7 billion roads being travelled. Maybe with 7 billion imaginary friends.

When you talk with no one else in the room. Is that you talking to yourself or your imaginary friend.