I recently noticed that a lot of people have been asking and talking to me about my blog. Most of them have expressed interest in what I have to say. So while I was debating on what I should write about for this post, I thought maybe I should dedicate this post to why I write and how it all started. Sit back and prepare yourself for a long story.
The first thing that most people notice when they read my blog is how personal it is. Some will say that by reading my blog they can read me like an open book. Although I don’t completely agree with that statement, I do think that people learn a lot about me from reading my blog because I am open to talk about my feelings and experiences. But that was not always the case.
Before I started writing, I was a very quiet individual who rarely expressed herself. I was not very vocal and often had a lot of my emotions bottled up. Then I fell into a very dark phase of my life. A phase that would last for many years. It was then, in 2002, that I started writing poetry. It was an outlet for me to release my emotions and, with the internet era just taking off, I found myself putting more and more of my poetry and writings online. It was my first attempt in allowing people to understand what I was feeling.
I remember it was around 2004 when my friend told me how strange it was that his friends were reading my writings and finding it intriguing. It was strange because I never knew his friends, but they knew a lot about me. Perhaps, if I had felt like I was revealing too much about myself to strangers, I would have stopped writing then. But it didn’t really bother me so I continued writing. I soon found out that quite a few of my friends were regular visitors of my blog. It would come up in random conversation – they would tell me how much they enjoyed reading my blog. And all that time, I had no idea who or how many people were reading my writings because I didn’t think anyone would have cared to.
Then slowly, I started getting feedback from people I didn’t know. People from different parts of the world. There weren’t many, but the ones who did take the time to leave me their thoughtful words also gave me the motivation to continue doing what I had grown to love.
When I write, I try to use simple words. I don’t get fancy with my writing style because I want people to easily understand what I write. Most of the time, I try to write as if I was speaking. I hope that when people read my blog, they feel as if I am speaking directly to them and not as if they are reading a novel. I’m definitely no Shakespeare, and I don’t want to be. I also spend a lot of time organizing my thoughts so that people can follow what I am trying to say. Sometimes I find it difficult getting my thoughts out because it is so easy for people to misinterpret my words, but I’m learning. Hopefully, I will get better at it.
People often wonder how I can express so much of myself and talk about such personal things in my blog where it is an open environment for people to judge and criticize. I think because I grew up on stage, dancing and participating in speech arts competitions, I pretty much grew up being judged so I’m used to it. I also know that my audience only really knows me to the extent of what they see, hear or read because I only share what I allow others to know. Thus, I’m not really as much of an open book as I appear to be. Sure, I could write in a diary and keep my thoughts hidden from the rest of the world, but how would that benefit anybody? Without fears of criticism, I find it easy for me to share. I firmly believe that life is about sharing experiences with one another because it helps us grow, and I learned this from listening to other people’s life stories.
Over the years, I have moved my blogs several times; from my AsianAvenue (god, that was a long time ago) to my Xanga and Livejournal, then eventually to this blog. If one was to look back at my writings from before, one would notice that a lot of my early writings were about my unhappiness; I was always motivated to write when I was unhappy. But as I started to grow up and as my mentality changed, I began to write more about positive experiences and that, in turn, has now become my main motivation to write. In recent years, I have blogged more about my daily life than about my thoughts. I think that is a reflection of my shifting away from writings of sadness, although I do hope to write more about my positive thoughts in the future.
So why exactly do I write, you ask? My answer is simple – I hope to inspire people. Some people may read one of my posts and think, “Hey, I agree with what she says.” Some may be inspired to think differently or to try different things. Of course, some people may completely disagree with my views too. But maybe those people will be inspired to establish their own views after realizing they think differently from me. You just never know. I would be satisfied if just one person was inspired by something I’ve written.
Like artists and musicians who use their art to inspire others, I hope to inspire others through my words. Because I believe there are no boundaries for inspirations. Just closed minds that refuse to let them through.