I’m thinking a lot about writing these days. How does it fit into my life? What do I hope to accomplish with it? Yes, I love writing. I love the process of converting simple thoughts into ideas. Ideas into words and sentences and eventually stories. I love all this. There is no doubt about that.
Given a choice, I will opt for a life with high creativity and little money rather the other way around, again and again.
Still, I’m thinking, how does the writing serve me?
Yes, I feel contented to create something of my own. The feeling gives me a sense of completeness. A sense of achieving something. I feel satisfied and contented.
But is this enough?
With creativity comes an overpowering urge of appreciation. An urge to showcase, an itch to be recognized.
So, I started blogging. And I found many who liked my work. And in the process, I too found many whose work would inspire me. The blogging community gave me back the wings that were cut off by the stunted education system that made me choke my creativity instincts for same ‘A’s on report cards that I don’t even care to look for anymore.
The blogging experience was the fuel I needed to express myself more. I hoped to find the people who would read and interpret and critique my work where required. And as a result, I would come out as a better and better writer.
For a life of no improvement is not a life in the first place. We need to keep moving. The stagnant water rots. The idle bird is killed. Nothing is stationary in this world. This earth, the sun, the stars -everything is moving; even the rocks lying on the face of the earth are in a state of a constant tussle between creation and erosion.
That’s what I hoped to achieve via this blogging.
But somewhere I lost track. Instead of the process, I started focusing on the results. The stats, the likes, the views, the followers. I don’t know when but suddenly I started measuring my success on these parameters.
To what end? What would it serve?
What would a thousand following with hundreds of likes per post achieve more than just massaging our egos? Isn’t it more important to have instead, an acquaintance of those who would read your work and share their true feelings with you?
I have found many, in fact, here in this blogging world. They share their views on the other’s blogs, their honest views. And that’s really important. For every time they share their views, it helps us look back, and optimize our thought process, our writing style. I am glad I found the company of these in this blogging world. I truly am.