I write for a blog with a handful of readers, a couple thousand views, and a slim chance of having sponsored posts. For others, what I’m doing is pointless. But for me, it’s something that my heart craves. It’s something that practices my skills and creativity (or the lack of thereof).
To tell you the truth, I’ve been maintaining a blog for years now. While “The Wild Flower” was only born in 2016, I have already gone with different blog names in the past 12 years that I’ve been active online. I’m an on-and-off blogger, with many months of hiatus before another update. I’ve never committed to this blog and while I wanted to update regularly, I am just another person who’s trying to make ends meet with the usual 9-5 job. It’s never been a priority, but it’s something that I’ve never quit on doing.
You see, when I was younger, I created my blog as space for me to share my thoughts. I was never really the cool kid, nor was I the most relatable one (my music and film tastes were quite “eccentric” from my peers… apparently) so I decided to seek refuge to strangers online. Like most kids, I wanted to belong to something, but unfortunately, I’ve always been different. I wanted so bad to fit into my classmates that I succumb to peer pressure — all the while killing whatever interests and values that I hold. I felt lonely and misplaced despite being surrounded by ‘friends’. At that time, I was already fumbling around the internet, doing a little bit of blogging. As days went by and life became too intense for my little fragile self, I started to get more attached to documenting my stories and sharing it with random people on the internet. I was 13, and I was talking to strangers about my deepest frustrations. It sounds funny, but I guess it saved me from doing crazy things.
As years went by, I kept on blogging. I shared my little moments, my little wins, and even the most mundane happenings — heck, I even shared my class schedule before! It was like finding a best friend that I never had. While people slowly came on the rise because of their blogs, I stayed low-key, connecting to a smaller circle of people who were really interested in what I was doing with my life. I exchanged comments, shared laughs and joys with internet friends. It was fun and I loved it. I never had the knack for writing, but blogging made me fall in love with it. It was even one of the reasons why I decided to major in writing when I was in college.
My life is painfully ordinary and not very interesting, but I kept on documenting it for the sake of having something to read when I get older. I mean, it’s fun to look back on my old posts and realize how crappy of a writer I (still) am. Although I was able to get a few sponsored posts, a couple of readers, I’m pretty sure that professional blogging would not be my game.
I remember meeting a couple of bloggers on an event, and someone asked me what my niche is. I told her that I don’t really have any, although I write mostly about travel and food. She told me that if I don’t streamline what I share then I wouldn’t go far in this field. She also told me that if I wanted to earn like her, then maybe I should rethink about what I create on my site. I just shrugged and let her be.
While blogging has evolved into businesses and jobs, I’m only here to share, not earn. I admire the hard work and effort that most people put into it — curating content, uploading funny listicles…. the list goes on — but just because people do it doesn’t mean that I also have to do it. I came here to create connections, and more than 10 years later, I’m still here for the same reason — to foster relationships, to be a friend to other people, and most importantly, to satisfy my hunger for writing, for the craft that I learned to love.
I don’t mind getting just a thousand views a month or not getting any sponsored posts. I’ll just continue to share and keep on going. I’ll keep on going because it makes me happy and keeps me sane. This blog is something that I’ve created from years back, and I wanted it to still be that safe space for me to write whatever I want. I’ll just stay right here, write about my life. If it happens to resonate with people, then I’m glad that someone else found their voice in mine. I’m just happy to be here, and I suppose whatever happens, I’ll just stay put and continue to write.