Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’ve hit a plateau in content creation.
Honestly, ever since I started working full-time, and especially now that writing’s my main gig, I’ve kind of lost that spark for writing just for myself. (I’ll admit, it’s probably just an excuse.)
When I first began sharing my life online, there wasn’t all this talk about cracking the algorithm’s code, defining content pillars, or targeting specific audiences. Maybe those things were there back then, but I was innocently ignorant. The more I learned about "doing it right," the more it started feeling like a checklist—one I had to tick off, weighed down by numbers and ROI. And somewhere along the way, that initial love for writing online just... faded.
In 2012, I started this blog for two reasons: one, I was bored, and two, I couldn’t afford an external hard drive, so I needed somewhere to store my photos. I treated it like an online diary, filling it with pieces of my life. This space always felt like a reflection of who I am—the way I write mirrors how I talk in real life, from my tone and word choice to my (sometimes) opinionated nature. I think I express myself better in writing than in speaking. It’s as if the words just flow more freely when I’m typing than when I’m trying to say them aloud. I started with no real goals other than to capture moments and, maybe, if I was lucky, connect with a few people along the way.
I want to find that feeling again. That pure, innocent intention sparked my journey and, unexpectedly, opened doors to opportunities I never could’ve imagined. I don’t want to confuse the cause-and-effect anymore—I truly believe that life comes full circle, and we should trust the path we’re on. And let’s not forget, when we stay in the "flow," that’s when good things tend to manifest effortlessly.
I think I’m on a journey to find something in life, though I’m not entirely sure what it is just yet. For now, maybe I’ll discover it through mindful documentation—training my eyes to notice the tiniest moments that spark joy, my heart to feel more deeply, and my mind to romanticise the fleeting beauty of life’s everyday encounters. Life is a series of moments that come and go so quickly, and we ourselves are but a brief existence in the grand scheme of things. In the end, all we really have are the words and photos that tell the story of our lives and say, “I lived.”
Sometimes I think about how incredible it would be to flip through my online diary one day, maybe when I’m lying on my deathbed, and smile as I look back on it—thinking, "Ah, this is how it all went." And hopefully, by then, I’ll have no regrets, able to pat myself on the back and say, "You’ve lived well."
And maybe, just maybe, that’s the whole point.
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