Why I Write Like Nobody Will Ever Read It

As I sit down to write, I often find myself wondering: what's the point? Will anyone even read this? The answer, for the most part, is no. And yet, I still feel compelled to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). There's something therapeutic about the process, a sense of release and catharsis that I just can't seem to shake. Read more

The Blank Page

The blank page stares back at me, a canvas of white space waiting to be filled. It's daunting, to say the least. I've spent hours staring at it, trying to conjure up something, anything, to write. And yet, the words refuse to come. It's as if the page is mocking me, daring me to try and fill it. I take a deep breath, steel myself, and begin to write. And then, just as suddenly, the words stop coming. Read more

The Fear of Rejection

I know that, statistically speaking, my words are doomed to be ignored. The vast majority of people will not read what I write. They'll swipe past, scroll on, and move on to something else. And that's okay. I get it. But the fear of rejection still lingers. What if someone does read it? What if they don't like it? What if they hate it? The what-ifs can be overwhelming, and I find myself hesitating, unsure of whether to press publish or not. Read more

The Joy of Writing

And yet, despite all of this, I still feel a sense of joy when I write. It's a release, a way to express myself and process my thoughts and emotions. It's a way to connect with others, even if it's just a small, fleeting connection. It's a way to leave a mark, a small but lasting impact on the world. And that's worth it, no matter how many people read my words or not. Read more

Conclusion

So, why do I write like nobody will ever read it? Because it's necessary. Because it's therapeutic. Because it's a way to express myself and connect with others. Because it's a way to leave a mark, no matter how small. And because, in the end, it's not about whether anyone reads it or not, but about the act of writing itself. Read more