It’s been years since I last wrote a blog post, and my life has changed. I tried changing the address of my blog on WordPress.com. I tried changing my writing style. But they never did inspire me to continue writing.
I want to think of myself as a person with too many ideas. I started writing blogs in high school out of curiosity, plus answering the call of the new technology available for my ideas to spread. Blogger was the platform back then. I loved writing online. The experience was emancipating. I had a small group of followers back then, and they were generous enough to give me feedback for my write-ups.
In college, I tried other platforms for blogs. My purpose for writing also changed. If my initial goal was to share my thoughts, it changed into a narcissistic impulse, and I was hungry for people’s attention. I must have denied that in the past, but that’s how I felt back then. I tried writing to gain followers and readers to read my comments. I don’t know if it is human to be an attention-seeker, but it felt natural back then. Unfortunately, narcissism is never beneficial, and as much as I enjoyed the readership, then.
I tried writing about tourism, food, and other things that might interest people from any country in the world. But with that, I had to be very resourceful. The process was tiring, and updating my blog was not efficient. Unfortunately, narcissism is never beneficial, and as much as I enjoyed the readership then, I had to stop at one point.
When I changed schools, I was accepted into our campus paper, and my exploits with my personal blog were halted. But I never stopped writing online. I did not feel the necessity of having a personal blog.
But now, as I grew older, I had this feeling that I needed to write more. I have so many ideas in my mind that sometimes I forget them. Not that these are all worthwhile ideas, but being unable to share your thoughts is excruciating.
So what’s the next step? Well, for me, that was to get my own domain and write at my own pace. I consider this website an online diary of what I would like to share. I don’t know if I will be able to gain the same readership as I had years ago, but if you’re reading this, I guess this decision was effective, and I will continue to do so even if I will not gain anything from it.
I name my blog the “Ceaseless Nomad” since I consider myself one. But, no, unlike all those other blogs with the word “nomad” attached to them, this is not a travel blog. I could not believe that the modern meaning of the word “nomad” is synonymous with the word “traveler.”
According to Meriam-Webster, a nomad is:
a member of a people who have no fixed residence but move from place to place usually seasonally and within a well-defined territory For centuries nomads have shepherded goats, sheep, and cattle across the … semiarid grasslands … — Discovery
an individual who roams about He lived like a nomad for a few years after college, never holding a job in one place for very long.
Historically, the first inhabitants of the Philippines were nomadic peoples. While I could be a literal nomad in that sense (with my various transfers both in homes and schools), I view being a nomad as someone who is still in the process of reaching the green pasture that all of us aspire to reach.
Because of that, I will share my journey as I try to reach my goal in life. I will share things about medical school, my faith, my passion, and others that might come to mind. As you finish reading this piece, I hope you will continue to read about my thoughts.
Your comments and discussions will be appreciated. After all, what would be the point of sharing my ideas if they will never be discussed?
Until next time,