Sometimes I wonder if personal blogs even matter anymore. The internet feels like it’s all short, fast, and loud now — reels, shorts, stories, scrolls. Everything is bite-sized and gone in a blink.
But then I come back here, to my own little corner, and I realize why blogs still matter. They’re slow. They’re quiet. They don’t scream for attention in two seconds. A blog post can just sit here, waiting for someone to find it, like a letter left on a desk.
Writing here feels different too. I don’t have to compress every thought into a flashy one-liner. I can wander, reflect, ramble a little. It feels more real. More me. And I think that’s the beauty of personal blogs — they remind us that the internet doesn’t only have to be fast and noisy. It can be cozy too.
Even reading blogs feels like a small act of rebellion now. Instead of getting pulled into an endless feed, you sit with someone’s words for a while. You hear their voice, their thoughts, their random yaps. And maybe you feel a little less alone.
So yeah, blogs might not be “trending” the way other platforms are. But that’s what makes them special. In a world where everyone is rushing to be viral, a personal blog is like sitting down with a friend and just talking. No filters. No edits. Just words.
👉 If this thought resonates, you might also enjoy The Art of Adulting: A Beginner’s Guide. That post felt the same — less about showing off, more about being real.
