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Why bother writing?
I think that ‘Why’ is the hardest question we can ask ourselves. ‘What’ is kind of direct and practical, ‘How’ is just a matter of creativity, but ‘Why’ is damn tough to answer.
If you have heard of Simon Sinek, you would probably know that we should ‘start with why’, but again, everything in our being wants to start with anything but the why. Why we do, why we are, why this and not that? Why demands us to find reason and finding reason is, to the most of us, an unnatural endeavor.
I write about consciousness and about rationality and about acting responsibly yet when I started writing these posts, not too long ago, I was anything but conscious, rational, and responsible.
I started publishing my ideas because I thought to myself, ‘here, you have all this knowledge, you have managed to truly change the person you were, you must help other people to find this bliss’.
So presumptuous, I know.
It took me three years of wiring and five months now of posting and thinking, delusional as I was, that through my words I can change other people, to finally understand I cannot.
It occurred to me that the people I write for, as if I was assigned this role, have no interest in implementing my ideas in their own lives. Better yet, most of them read my posts because I kind of implored them to.
