I struggle when it comes to writing something publicly. The things you say reflect on you as an individual, but usually my reluctance comes from my belief that what I have to say carries little importance. Publishing something publicly requires the belief that you have something worth sharing. You need to keep believing this even if no one hears it at all! This strong level of conviction to scream into the void doesn’t come naturally. Few people possess that level of self-assurance, and rarely do people who think they have something worth listening to also care about hearing something back.

So why say anything at all? It does have an air of hypocrisy to it, complaining about the self-serving nature of blogging. Ultimately, I think the act of writing in this form has some benefits. Life doesn’t need permission to exist any more than we need permission to have an opinion. Our views and collected knowledge only strengthen from writing them down, and publishing them creates pressure to refine and improve our ideas. I’m not trying to do anything more here than say, “Hey, I exist, and maybe what I have to say makes you feel like you exist too”.

I am the target reader of this post. I would like to write posts that me from another time might like to read. If you like them too, then by all means, keep reading.