Writing for the Sake of It

In an era of social medias, when the so-called content creators are supposed to create content that “solves the client’s pain” or “solve a person’s problem”, if sharing our innermost thoughts with simple pictures and focus on words themselves is still something valued. When we are supposed to look entertaining and knowledgeable, all that in a beautiful package, if simply writing texts is something still in demand.

Nowadays it is so easy to see everywhere on line homemade entertainment (the so-called “content”), often very visually appealing that I often wonder if people are still interested solely on words. Much has been said of the low attention spam of people, reportedly caused by over stimulation provided by social media. Personally, I still have attention to watch stuff and talk to people, but I admit my ability to read has been terrible. I have no idea if it is due to social media. Actually, I think it is because I have read so many things at the university that ended up being useless in practice that my brain has not still recovered from the overload.

Yes, I am also talking about the value of my own writings, if it is something people will appreciate reading. I know that perfectionism is common among writers and that, seeing so many people creating wonderful things, either in and out of the internet makes us wonder about our own competence and comparison is a bad thing. However, I remember that one of main reasons why I created this site was to share my feelings and it means that someone will eventually read and connect with me.

If I am just sharing my thoughts about the world, will people appreciate what I write although I am not teaching anything? Or maybe I have been into social media for too long and forgot what blogging is all about? Self doubt is common and probably what I write is far from perfect, but I have chosen to ignore this type of questioning and publish my thoughts anyway. Not because what I write is perfect, but due to my wish of expressing myself. Feelings are something we cannot see or touch so it is natural we wonder if people will understand when we write about abstract concepts and personal experiences. On the other hand, I have recently seen in Instagram entire networks of independent writers and it is a joy to see people producing culture and disclosing it somehow.

I confess I often find myself wondering if my texts even have a coherence, a clear beginning, middle and end or if I have just scattered my thoughts randomly and people cannot get the meaning of anything. I am trying to get over too much perfectionism because it paralyzes us and practicing my writing and it will eventually get fine. I hope you guys do not feel you are my guinea pigs. I write for me and for you, unknown person reading. I do not know who you are, but I know that words will make us meet, connect and have a good time. I throw parts of my mind and soul into the universe and I know it will give me good vibes back in the form of every nice people who are around.

A person is holding a pen while writing on a notebook. It seems to be a woman. Her nails are painted with black nail polish. She is also holding a cup of coffee where it is written "Be happy".

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