I forgot why I write here.

I had to take a break, because it didn’t feel worth it. I thought I wanted a blog to share a message, to earn a paycheck, to be successful at something for once. I thought I wanted those things.

Turns out I don’t need those things from this blog. I write because every time I do it a little piece of me comes back to life. Dead things rise again when I write. They come to life not because I’m some great writer, but because by expressing them I am set free.

I think this is something that we as humans need. To do something just because it sets us free. It makes us truly alive. Therefore, it has value regardless of whether its popular, appealing or earns us a paycheck.

I forgot all of that.

I’m glad I remembered it again.



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