Anyone who chooses to spew their literary interest in a public forum takes quite a risk. The primal issue of course has to do with the judgment one may receive from others for what they write. Some may like it, some may not. Someone’s writing may make you cry or laugh or even make you want to do something more with your life. Maybe it simply helps you deal with a rough spot in your life. You get my point.
The bigger risk comes from bearing your soul out not just for others, but for yourself. I don’t expect many (if any at all) to really be interested in my life and what I write about. I do hope that I can find a way to speak to people in a way that moves something inside them. Until I can figure out what that is, I write what I do from the heart. I may not be completely open about specific events in my life but I am absolutely honest in how I feel about things. Even if not a single person reads my blog from this point on, it’s serving a purpose. I’m opening myself up about things seemingly unimportant right now. If I can become comfortable opening up about trivial life events, maybe I can find ways to become the person I really want to be.
I would never expect anyone in their right mind to write a blog for three hundred and sixty five days straight. It takes a lot out of you. As much as it’s taken out of me, I feel like I haven’t really been able to share who I really am. When I’m done with this, I hope to find solace in being open and honest with people in my life.
Writing is therapy. You don’t have to be a great speller or a grammar-nazi. Hell, you don’t even have to know how to form a complete sentence. If you have a good story, tell it. It’s not about pleasing everyone. I get super excited to see my stats grow each day. I get more and more new readers and when people make the jump to ‘like’ one of my entries I get a little giddy inside. The more I know that someone is reading my stuff, the more motivation I have to write something a little more worthwhile. If only I had more time in the day.
All too often people tend to place importance on how their life is portrayed to other people. Whether it’s in the workplace or social circle or even the online gaming realm, there will be people who hide behind secrets and facades. My theory is that it gives them an edge to feel more dynamic than they really are. What I’ve learned in life is that trying to act like something you’re not does absolutely nothing for anyone. Including yourself. Though I have yet to be experiencing bliss in my life, I’m amazed at how much better I feel when I bare everything (within reason). Slowly it’s carrying over into my day to day experiences. The offense that is taken by people because of my crude honesty is quite comforting to me. I may be looked upon as someone who ‘has nothing better to do’ but what I do in my life is for me to understand, not them.
Facebook status updates don’t count for sharing your life. Nor does Twitter. And since a huge portion of the general population understands very little about finding inner peace through intimacy and self-discovery, I am a big proponent of writing. It’s as safe as you want it to be and you are allowed to share anything imaginable, even if only for yourself.