It doesn’t make sense to a lot of people. Having a blog seems…well, weird.
I’ve always loved writing and I started writing novels when I was seven years old. Instead of watching TV, playing video games like normal kids, I would come home from school and run to the computer, typing away random stories about fantasy lands and dynamic characters.
And then when I was 16 I stumbled upon my first travel blog and realized that one day, I wanted to have one too.
When I started this blog, I didn’t really know if people would read it or be interested in my life. It honestly didn’t matter to me, since I solely started it for myself. I wanted a place to write about travel and the things I love and if people felt the calling to read it, that’d be cool too. Additionally, when I’m feeling down, writing ultimately makes me feel better by taking all the thoughts and feelings that are jumbled in my brain and organizing it into fluid sentences.
When I started this blog, it was all about me.
But now after almost a full year of owning this website, I’ve realized that I am not the main focus anymore.
And that is because, somehow, the unexpected happened.
I never expected people to share my posts with their friends; I never expected people to contact me personally saying how much my articles helped them, saying how much they related to the content or how it made them feel less alone; I never expected anyone to call me brave or inspiring because of what I had written.
Somehow me being honest about my life, opening up about my feelings is helping others. People who I haven’t seen or talked to in years, even complete strangers are thanking me for putting into words how they’ve been feeling.
This blog has made me realize that words make an overwhelming difference. Even the words of a 20-year-old college student who on any given day, has almost no idea what is ever going on.
No one could be more surprised about this outcome than I am, trust me.
I started this blog exclusively for myself but now I’m continuing for others. I’ve realized that I want to inspire people, I want to let them know they aren’t alone, that they can get through their hard times, that life is worth living even when things feel like they’re falling to pieces.
So I’m honest. Painfully honest because I honestly don’t care what other people think of me. Because even if 99% of the people who read my website think it’s stupid, there is a 1% that it actually makes a difference for.
And that 1% is definitely worth it to me.