Blogging is dead, they say. We prefer quick bites of information today. Tweets, Instagram pictures/captions, clickbait headlines, WhatsApp forwards, etc. We want to consume a lot of information in a short amount of time. Reading blogs does not fit into that kind of consumption.
I have stopped reading blogs. And haven’t written here much either. It is a little disheartening that blogging is no longer as popular as it used to be. But I can’t help feeling slightly excited about it too.
I love turning the thoughts in my head into words. I love writing about my experiences and relationships. But I tend to hold back on publishing it here because it feels daunting. Putting up personal stories on the internet is making oneself vulnerable. One may end up divulging information unintentionally. When I read other blogs about relationships and hardships, I wonder if it was easy for the author to hit the publish button. To write about personal struggles knowing that relatives, friends, and strangers might read it and judge you for it is not easy. However, I love reading such stories. Sometimes it is easier to find solace amidst strangers. By sharing our joys and struggles we feel like we are part of a virtual alliance. This online community can fill the gaps that physical relationships do not.
Writing person stories is my favorite style of writing. So far, it has been limited to my journal.
But if no one is reading blogs anymore, then I could write them here without any qualms, maybe?