Step into my realm.

This is it. Finally, I'm opening up my innermost thoughts to the world.

I've been writing since I was a kid, probably since the 2nd grade. I kept a lot of diaries throughout my school years, where I poured out my thoughts, feelings, and everyday musings. I wrote a lot of poetry and shared my views on life, expressing myself on even the most trivial matters. I filled the pages of my notebooks with these reflections, starting with fancy journals, moving to ones with locks, and eventually moving to blogging when it became a thing in college. I had my Tumblr account, where I unleashed all my thoughts, musings, and whatever came to mind. I poured my soul into every word I wrote, each piece brimming with emotion, some were memoirs others are anecdotes.

I've written many poems, essays, and various forms of literature, some of which I can no longer classify because, to me, they are all fragments of my emotions, a part of my being. I kept the blog private, of course, as these were my innermost thoughts, often my wishful thinking and personal opinions.

I kept writing until life took over, consumed by the realities of adulthood. I tried to start blogging again, but everything remained private, or I just didn't follow through.

For a while, I wanted to tell the world that I could write. I wanted to be like Paulo Coelho, truly  inspiring, or touch hearts the way Mitch Albom does. I became a writer, and at first, it was exciting. You know, writing for others, writing what they wanted. Sometimes it resonated with me, sometimes it didn’t, but I was inspired. I put my heart and soul into connecting with the audience, feeling happy when my work was read aloud and crushed when it wasn’t. I received a lot of compliments, but also a fair share of criticism. Still, I longed to tell the world that I could write. That I had this gift, that I was good enough.

But doubt crept in. Maybe my heart wasn’t as aligned with this dream as I thought. Maybe I don’t truly have the gift. Maybe I’m not really good enough.

Then I began working with different bloggers. I envied them. They published their work, pursued writing whether it was their passion or not. Meanwhile, here I am, still longing to write, still wanting to share my thoughts, insights, and perspectives.

And then I realized, maybe it’s just fear holding me back. Fear that people might not find my thoughts interesting or my words compelling. Fear that people might disagree with my beliefs or judge me for expressing what I think is right.

But now, I'm opening up my thoughts to the world, sharing how I perceive the different horizons of life. Yes, I'm still afraid that people might not find this interesting, might judge it, or that it might have no impact at all. Perhaps no one will even read it, but at least I'm taking a step into the world and welcoming others to step into my realm.