I keep thinking what caused me to stop loving blogging, for when I remember myself back in the days when I just discovered about this, I would just write about anything, and not have any care as to what is the outcome. I just write for myself and that just because I want to. And I think it works best that way.
I guess, now that I've been conscious that other people are actually--no matter how few--reading what I write, I've developed some pressure inside me to write according to what whoever reads this blog wants. I have probably forgotten to write from the heart, or from the mind.
My blog used to be my some kind of outlet. I think I still need to be aware or concerned of whatever I write in here because this is publicly available, but then I should not forget to still write based on what I think or feel. I probably just have to choose my words carefully.
I do hope I can start again this flame that has 'almost' died since a few years from now. I can't help but miss it every time.
Wonder why I suddenly am writing something like this? It's because of this quote I stumbled upon online:
Even if you have nothing to write, write and say so.