The Impact of Every Post

in Dream Steemlast month (edited)

Every moment, someone in the world dies, someone is born — and on Steemit, too. Someone signs up, filled with enthusiasm, ready to write and share their thoughts, while someone else leaves, disappointed or simply drained as an author. This cycle mirrors life itself: birth, growth, and death.

I’m just 15 days old here. I feel like a child, discovering new worlds in posts and comments. Everything around me fascinates me; I want to learn, explore. Right now, it seems I could stay here a long time, maybe even travel a long path. But no matter what I plan, life has its own surprises, and I might disappear — both as an author here, and as a person in this world.

We can make plans, but as they say, "tomorrow is the great betrayer." I have no certainty that I’ll be here for long. Maybe one day, the inspiration will dry up. Maybe life will pull me away with other concerns. Or maybe only emptiness will remain, and the desire to write will simply fade.

Honestly, I'm worried that I might quickly "burn out" — say everything I have to say, and be left with no new ideas. But what troubles me even more is that I won’t have enough time to write something truly important. It’s not certain that I would succeed even if I lived to be 150 years old and wrote at least one post a day. What if it does work out? Why not give it a try?

That's why I'm sharing this post: I don’t want to leave it for better times. It needs to be here and now.

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I wouldn't worry about a possible burn out - that can only happen if something degenerates from joy in writing into (self-imposed?) obligation... Just like this: what is thought, felt, feared or hoped today belongs on paper in the blog today. If relationships build up here, even if you never meet in person, a post can also be simply meaningless or irrelevant: the sign of life of an acquaintance... And posts about posting always work anyway ;-))

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