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What’s the Point of Blogging?

It’s been 5 years since I signed up for WordPress and for a long time, my blog remained vacant and without interaction. And then about three years ago, I got a job and with it, a flash of inspiration to blog more. Since then, I’ve been trying to keep up with life as it flashes by without me even realising it.

I love writing, and I love blogging about anything that strikes me. However, for a while now, I’ve been wondering: what’s the point of blogging?

My job revolves around writing. Copywriter, content writer, and all things words — that’s how I’d describe my work life.

I’ve gotten so deep into work that it’s morphed into my life. I’ve tried to keep my blog away from work, and I think I’ve succeeded. But after writing for and thinking about writing for 10 hours, coming home to do the same thing is a tad bit tiring. It doesn’t bore me, though; far from it. It just drains me. I seldom know what (else) to write, so I write what I like, like haiku, for instance.

It’s fun to play with words, decrypting tones and perspectives. It’s a challenge to tell an entire story in 17 syllables. A challenge I enjoy taking every single time.

That’s how I discovered the point of my blog: to enjoy myself. I didn’t realise it for a long time because, unlike most people, I had fallen in love with my job. My blog isn’t a coping mechanism; I don’t need it to vent my frustrations at work or complain about my boss.

I enjoy my job as much as I enjoy my blog. Happiness all around.

So is there any other reason to blog?

There is.

Just the act of blogging expands beyond self. It spreads my joy, transforming from simple joy into learning. A blog should thrill, give people a reason to come back for more. Just stringing clever wordplay doesn’t do much for anyone. Well, it does to some extent, but discussions, strong opinions, and experiences do more.

So that’s the point of blogging. Giving people a reason to spark conversations. That and a few haikus for myself. I can’t give up on that.

Well, that’s me. What do you think is the point of your blogging?

Wordplay

“I’m going to Marathon.”

She exhaled. Mark never respected proper spelling and punctuation. And now, he wanted to run a marathon with the upper body strength of a rat. She snorted, cast her phone aside, and picked up her fork again. He wasn’t worth her time or her appetite.

Back in high school, Mark had taken up cross-country biking with zero practice. His parents were too rich to douse his sudden flashes of passion. This time, he had taken it too far.

“Sure.” she texted back. “Hope you can run 42 kilometres.”

He replied: “:) I’m going to Marathon, the Greek city.”