Why I’m Starting This Blog (Without Pretending I Have It Figured Out)

The Hesitation Before Beginning

I almost didn’t start this blog. When I did, I sat on it for around ten days not knowing what to write about. I contemplated how to start, what the most catchy title would be, how I would generate engagement, so on and so forth.

I feared how my thoughts would be perceived in the public domain. I feared if I could and would sound professional enough.

To sum it up, I worried so much about the events and results that I forgot about the causes – the reasons why I decided to start this blog in the first place.

The Thoughts That Stay Unsaid

I observe too keenly the world around me. I notice little details of a bigger picture, slight shifts in behaviour and why things are the way they are.

Based on what I see, I have thoughts and questions. I am not one to say everything aloud for various reasons so they sometimes see the light of day while mostly, they remain in the confines of my mind.

However, I believe it is time I structure them out in words and make sense of them because thoughts without expression could be both intellectual and lethal. Moreover, I hoped that maybe someone out there could connect to them too.

I might not do a very good job at it in the beginning but I am told that practice makes a man perfect. I do not aim to be perfect in any sense. I just aim to be consistent and vocal.

To be honest, I have no idea how the persona of a blogger works. I just searched and researched about it because a friend thought I should be doing this.

Discovering What Writing Could Be

I started with reading blogs on topics that I am most inclined to. When I did, I realised how it brought about a wave of curiosity in me. The more I read, the more I wanted to know. Any new words or concepts I found, I wanted to make sense of them. This really excited me.

But the most important facet I noticed about blogs was how writers felt comfortable talking about anything and everything. They gave arguments, supported them with facts and data and gave solid conclusions. On the other hand, they also wrote about their personal experiences, how they shaped them as human beings, what changes they would want to see in themselves and their lives going forward – an endless array of subjects.

Being both those kinds of people, the fact that the opportunity to present my thoughts never ceased and the topics I could speak about never finished, felt highly intriguing.

And so, I started.

What This Space Will Be

I won’t pretend to be a know-it-all. I won’t say I have cracked the code to creating a successful blog. In fact, I don’t even know what the correct definition of a “successful blog” is.

Instead, I am just going to use this platform as a way of organizing my thoughts.

I intend to create a space where analysis and vulnerability can co-exist. I want to make arguments with thought but not strip them of feeling. I do not want to choose between being logical and being honest. I want to dissect systems but also ask if I have a role to play in how it has been working that way so far.

I do not like to pass judgements and hence, this blog will be far from making absolute conclusions.

The world is layered and the people inhabiting it are far too complex for certainty to be my default stance. My opinions may evolve. My understanding might deepen. I hope it does. Thus, this space will not be to provide any sort of answers. Rather, it will help explore better questions.

This blog will be for my own voice and as time passes, I hope more people can find fragments of their own reflections here.

If something I write resonates, comforts, challenges or motivates someone to do something that they never imagined doing; then this space will have served more than just me.

Beginning Anyway

I do not know how this is going to unfold. I do not know who will read, who will agree or where it might lead. But I do know that I want to make it work. And if nothing else, I will have the quiet satisfaction of having tried and of having chosen decision over hesitation.

If someday I look back at these words, I hope they read like proof: proof that I was thinking, questioning, evolving. It will be a reminder that I was willing to be seen even while I was evolving.