It has been in my mind to write down my ideas and publish them publicly for a while now. Some invisible power held me back every time. What will you write about? How will you ever write a proper essay? What will people think of you putting scattered thoughts on paper? A power strong enough to reduce the desire back to a mere wishy wooshy dream. Not until today.
“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” — Gustav Flaubert
As I have been penning down my ideas in my little notebook for a while now, I realized that merging together thoughts into a handful of sentences on paper brings clarity. It’s just like a magical power. Thoughts and emotions start to make sense when you take a moment to think twice about them.
“I write one page of masterpiece to ninety pages of shit.” — Ernest Hemingway
The worst excuse I could use for not writing is that I don’t know how to write an essay. Of course I know how to write. I just don’t know how to write in a smooth and attractive manner. Time will help me out with that; I am optimistic. The best moment to start writing was probably years ago, but the second-best day is today. This introductory essay is my starting point.
To be true to myself and the readers putting effort in reading these works, I need to make some basic rules to myself:
- Writing without honesty is madness. I write as if nobody will ever read these essays.
- As a way of staying consistent, I will publish a minimum of one essay a week.
- I solely write about what I truly care about.
- All I ever write is written by myself. A human.
The ultimate goal for me is to inspire others with my ideas and have some discussion. But that is not in my control. Anyway, this will be a personal storage room for my ideas and whoever want to read them can.
