My first long-form article, that I’m actually making for self fulfillment. Not for brands. Not for money. Not even for SEO.
So proud. I hope I actually publish this.
Let’s begin with a proper hello.
Spoiler: there isn’t a single image in this post. I want you to read for the sake of reading (idealist much)
Let’s cut to the chase.
I recently read a very interesting piece online regarding our petty existence in the wake of the universe. Please note that if I say that a piece is interesting, it really speaks volumes. I consume about 5-10 articles a day (thank you modern humanity for Pocket and Medium), not counting books and must-read-for-work-purposes publications, and many of them are intellectually enriching and eye-opening. However, very few actually earn the let’s-make-a-post-about-it status.
One day in 2012, a cute girl decided to draw and made a blog. That girl was me. Like everybody else who had a blog and a handful of artsy projects, I felt like I was so unique, so different, so in the “bon chic bon genre” thing, and if anybody was to disagree with me, they must be either outrageous or religious.
One thing I realized, though, is that I definitely had more willpower back then. I didn’t sleep for days cooking my next cool project or drawing for this blog. I didn’t give a horse
shit what my peers were thinking, and most likely my peers didn’t give a lot of bat shit about me and my artsy projects, neither. I was resilient. Money was no issue.
Fast forward to now, I’m a goddamn content creator for a goddamn digital agency, mostly dealing with digital brand activation. I have this digital go-fever. I lost my touch in conventional methods of image making. Do I regret this? No. Here is where I wanted to be 4 years ago. I’m bloody grateful to where I’m standing now. BUT (ugh, of course there’s a but), from time to time I wonder where that cute little idealistic girl ran off to. I wonder what happened to that girl who changed dramastically in 4 years. At the end of the day, my answer is “I don’t know”. Always.
I’ve been away for 129361830 years at least. Abandoning this blog (a.k.a my baby that I’ve babysat since 2012) used to bring me a hurricane of guilt, soul depravity, and a holocaust of emptiness from the dark depth of my heart. Ok, exaggeration alert there.
I think a lot of bloggers out there -not just fashion- will agree with me that the blogosphere is dwindling, and it’s dwindling down hard. People have almost completely lost interest in text and reading in general.
There’s a lot to describe in a sentence.
When we read the sentence, “The blue sky above”, shits fly in our heads, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s freedom in one single sentence and there are thousands of them in a single book.
books, books, books, books, books, books.
You actually get a lot of freedom from watching TVs also. Continue reading