On February 12, it will be my sixth year since I started blogging, but via a different platform and that is LiveJournal.com.
After I arrived from China, I was able to take on a new post as the editor for an electronic publication that provides content for a telecommunications company back then. We were doing electronic books, but this time it’s readable by any ordinary mobile phone. Yes, it’s true, but it still didn’t take-off. It never did after it was launched. I personally didn’t like the idea.
It was at the time that I started blogging. At first, I kind of hesitant because I wanted still to write in an improvised diary.
I am someone who would like to hold a real book. Holding it physically, smelling the paper while reading it is a different experience for me—it’s just like writing on my pad paper with a pen.
Little did I know, I was already enjoying it. I liked the idea that I get to upload photos on the side. It was my personal space. I was able to utilize my background in HTML, too.
Over the years, I’ve seen how blogging evolved. From a personal journal it took a different flight. It is now used to promote businesses; a vital part in any Internet Marketing effort.
Why do I write or blog?
It is a very simple logic. For fifteen minutes a day, I do write—it’s my practice writing. It was my way of percolating. It was a routine and I did love it.
Blogging each day was my only consolation from my day-to-day battle with this mundane world. It was my outlet. It was my sanctuary. It was my online diary, but the difference is an ‘open’ diary—for selected friends. It was also an opportunity to connect with like-minded individuals and talk about anything under the sun. It was my favorite hangout. In fact LJ proved to be a vehicle for me to make new friends.
Yet after that, social networking sites were born. But even if the proliferation of such sites—I still write blog entries each day. It’s like my cigar for me—it’s addicting. It’s tempting and irresistible, too!
But after almost six years, I may not be blogging regularly anymore, the only realization I had was that blogging still pushes me to write.
Without it, I would not have been saner. Blogging was like a pill for me to have in order to live, to breathe.