As someone who vlogs, blogs, Facebooks, Tweets, etc., I often wonder why the heck I even do it in the first place. Is it because I’m bored? Because I want attention? Because I want to do what everyone else is doing? There are a bunch of different reasons why I have an account on numerous social media services, and it’s hard to explain why I do it. Well, leave it to Thought Catalog to explain it for me. Here’s a bit of Nick Orsini‘s thoughts on why he blogs:
The perception of how important being permanent is did not start with us. It has always existed. The earliest poets wrote about staying alive forever through their words and songs. But when I turned 14 years old, the vague notion of “making my mark” mixed with something new: the idea that I was infinitely special. Everyone told me to chase down my dreams, no matter how fast my dreams ran. I was going to work hard, be rewarded, accomplish something great, be like no one else alive, change the world. My parents told me that story, then my grandparents, my aunts, uncles, and teachers corroborated it. I was meant to make a mark. I was meant to be better than my parents, to accomplish more than they could — to do the things they couldn’t. If I wanted to film the world, photograph it, dance on it, yell at it, write to it, or sing about it, that would be my job and someone would notice me as long as I wanted it bad enough. I was not only going to make a permanent dent but everyone would know that I existed.
I’ve been fortunate to “make my mark” and “leave a dent” in different ways, from accidentally creating a wildly popular YouTube video to being recognized by strangers for being the guy that led the first Disneyland 8-Clap and being District 2 Mayor. These events were great by themselves, but the thrill and excitement of these events fade. At least when I Tweet, blog, and vlog about these events, I can look back to these logs and remember just how amazing it was, even if it’s just an inkling of the original feeling. This is part of the reason why clicking back on my own Facebook Timeline gives me a rush of different emotions, and also why I still haven’t deleted my MySpace account (which has tons and tons of comments from high school.)
So I guess after this Thought Catalog post, and thinking back on my behavior, I blog because I want to be able to remember the times when I felt alive and made a difference. At one point in my life, I want to be able to look back, laugh, cry, and remember the life that I lead. And not just for myself, I want to be able to share those experiences with others, since I so often receive comments in person about the things that I post online. So for that reason, I’ll continue to blog.
Source: Thought Catalog