A personal freedom

I realized something recently about my relationship with my writing. Looking back at things I have written on this blog there are a few types of things I write. There are those that are deeply personal and pretty private, which are really written for me. There are those that are not so private but are just my own ramblings to myself. And last, there are the things I write to an invisible audience.

In all cases, I find myself pressing that “Publish” button and sending those thoughts out into the mysterious void. Even those intended for an audience of sorts, I have no idea whether they will be read. Unless you comment I don’t know who exactly has read something I wrote or what they think about it. 

What I realized is that, the things I write for myself are placed here with everything else because I find it strangely liberating to send my thoughts out to fly on their own. Tossing them out of the nest, so to speak, gives me a feeling of freedom. No longer are the thoughts that were previously tossing around in my head locked up inside with their own echo. Instead they are out in the open.

Maybe they will be read by hundreds or thousands (yeah, right), by a small handful (more likely), or even noone. Maybe they will inspire hope, thought, laughter, fear, scorn, pity, wonder, curiosity… Maybe they will have no effect on anyone at all.

But the words that I release are now free to do something other than torture me from the inside.