I just wonder if anyone feels the same – that we’re sharing, but not connecting as we might have thought we were, expert or not.
-The Stratagem’s Archives
Are We Sharing, Or Just Speaking Into the Void?
I had always wanted to start a blog; it was something I wanted to do since high school, but never pursued it. After years of wishing, wanting, and agonizing over why I wasn’t good enough to write, I finally hit that “publish” button in late June of 2025.
This was an idea that lingered — something I told myself I’d do one day, when I had more time, more to say, or more certainty about what I even wanted to write.
I finally stopped waiting, I finally gave myself a chance and do something new, even though it scared me.
When I first started writing, I thought I learned enough to share what strategies I use for my own life and that I could share my ideas and thought with other people.
However, I’m not an expert, I don’t know what I’m doing a lot of the time, and I’m okay with this.
I’ve created this space to become my personal archive — a place where I share what I’m learning, what I’m unlearning, and what I’m still sitting with. It’s not always neat. It’s not always deep. But it’s mine, it’s real, and that’s enough for me.
Still, sometimes I wonder:
Are we really connecting in these spaces, or are we all just publishing and scrolling past each other?
I’m not upset about it. It’s something else.
It’s more like… curiosity mixed with quiet disappointment.
Like when you wave at someone across the street and they kind of wave back, but you’re not sure they even saw you.
I see “likes” on my posts, and I’m grateful. I really am.
But sometimes I wonder:
Did anyone actually read it? Did what I write sit with them like it sat with me when I wrote it?
Because when I click “like” on someone else’s post, I’ve read it.
I’ve usually felt something.
Sometimes I comment. Sometimes I don’t know what to say. But I try to engage, because I came here to do more than just tap and scroll.
What Were We Hoping For?
When we started these blogs — whether on a whim, in a spiral, during burnout, or because of that one night where the urge to write finally won — what did we hope would happen?
I think a lot of us wanted to:
- Share what’s on our minds.
- Feel less alone.
- Maybe build a quiet corner where people think similar to us.
And I still believe that’s possible.
But connection, real connection, seems harder to come by than we expected. At least, to me it is. It’s not automatic, not even in this age of platforms and algorithms.
I write because I’m afraid of wasting my life and having nothing to show for it.
I’m afraid of watching life slip by while I waste it — even if I end up wasting it by:
- Procrastinating.
- Getting easily distracted.
- Filling my time with “productive habits and activities” that aren’t going anywhere right now.
But I choose to write, I make things, I learn something new and interesting, and I archive my thoughts. I press publish — even when I don’t know if anyone’s reading.
This Isn’t a Call for Validation
It’s a moment of wondering:
- Do you feel this too?
- Do you feel the same, that we’re writing into some void?
- Does it feel like writing, hitting publish, and simply waiting to be noticed by someone feels like a knife driven into your chest?
If you’re reading this, and it resonates, I’d love to hear what keeps you writing.
Or what you hoped your blog would be when you started, or simply say, “hi”, in the comments below..
If you’d like to check out any of my other works, just to take a look, then these other articles might give you more pieces to the puzzle I’m trying to unravel and decipher myself below.
Real fast before you move on, a few questions if you’d please:
What post of mine stuck with you—and why?”
“What would you want to see more of?”
“Would you support this space if I offered a way to?”
Until then — thanks for reading, even silently. The archives will be closing now, and I’ll see you when the archives opens again.
