It is getting harder and harder to write. Not because I have nothing to write about, but because I feel that the way I write does not fully capture the ideas in my head and the emotions in my heart. I also feel that my routinary life does not provide much interest or appeal. Very few things jump off the page and when they do, there is this inner struggle of whether I should share them here or keep them to myself. If I share them here, am I bragging or airing my dirty laundry in public? Although this blog is practically hidden, by writing on this platform, I am still opening myself up to criticism. Although the objective of blogging is to document my life, just like other online content creators, I still feel the pressure of constantly coming up with new ideas or topics to write about.
I have a couple of theories though. Maybe I have stopped acquiring the essential skills. Maybe I do not see the value in writing something for no one.
I think I should be reading books more than listening to podcasts or watching videos. If I want to write something worth reading, then I should read something worth writing about.
I think I should invite people, preferably strangers, to read my blog. If I want to have a sense of ownership/authorship over my posts, then I should be able to stand up for my work and convey it to an audience.
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