Writing for Myself.

In the past few years, I realized that I have drafted a few writings but never really published them here. With the whole content-frenzy in social media world lately, I feel like there's this coming urge to always think about how the "customers" or "audience" perceive your content. In this case, how I think my readers would perceive my writings.

I don't even know who or from where do these hundreds of impressions came from for my last posts, but I am somehow burdened to produce something that might be delightful for them. I don't think that it's wrong, not at all. It actually is amazing to work on contents that fits the audience.

But when I look back to the origins of this blog, I realized that this is just a personal blog. I wanted to have a digitalized, personal diary which I don't mind for people to take a peek at.

This is a safe space for me to share my thoughts and feelings, and this place is undoubtedly mine. When I looked back on my writings from 10, 8 or even 5 years ago, the best writings that I enjoyed most are the writings that I do for myself. 

The writings need not be great, not even good. Sometimes I just need a place to sort out my thoughts and untangle all the random ideas on my mind. Sometimes I just need somewhere to express myself through stories that only I can look back and recall. Things that might seem like a mystery, but for me is a clear depiction of reality. Things that people can see, but mostly known only to me. 

So with this, I am welcoming myself back to this space I created, for me.