Many years ago, I
started my internet life in the world of social media, as a content creator.
Today, I’d like to take a moment to review that journey - not just the visible
outcomes, but the quiet learnings along the way.
On a personal level,
this path has been both rich and demanding. I’ve had the chance to offer light -
small or great - into other people’s lives. Whether it was through reflections
on present-day events, sharing about meditation, or simply exploring the many
layers of spirituality, I’ve been able to speak from the heart. At the same
time, I’ve been learning constantly: how to navigate the changing tides of
social media, how to connect more meaningfully, and how to shape content in a
way that reflects both truth and care.
Of course, it hasn’t
been without challenges. The time and energy to plan, write, record and edit
can be enormous. And with platforms changing their policies and algorithms,
reaching people has sometimes felt like trying to speak through a thick fog.
The message is there, but is it heard?
When I think of those
who receive what I share, I want to believe that it brings something positive -
a space to breathe, to reflect, to learn, or simply to smile. I imagine someone
pausing in their day and feeling a little more grounded, some positive content
enlightening their lives. That’s the quiet hope behind every post.
Yet, I can’t deny
there’s a lingering silence. The absence of comments or interaction makes me
wonder: Is there anyone there? Do they find what they’re looking for?
It’s a strange kind of solitude, to speak so often and hear so little back.
Still, I continue -
not for numbers, but for meaning. Because even if just a few people find a
moment of peace, clarity, or insight through what I share, then this path has
been worthwhile.
