No Words for Applause
Sometimes I wonder why I write at all. Certainly not for algorithms or applause. I search for honesty and despise compromise. When I write, I am truthful. But when I speak, I speak in compromises. I talk to someone – maybe they listen, maybe they understand me, maybe not. So I put on my mask and hide my doubts behind it. Not lies, but not the full truth either. You want to be liked, and the words dissolve into that despised compromise.
That is probably why I write. For myself – but not only. I write for those who feel as I do. For those who think deeply and see through facades. For those who know that words can be more than decoration. Words are strong when they are honest. But honesty is not a strategy, it is a risk. And yet, that is where its power lies. Polished truths help no one.
This blog is not a showcase. It is a mirror. Not smooth, not flawless, but full of cracks. And in those cracks lies the light. Each line is an attempt to make the invisible visible.
It is not about sounding beautiful. Not about persuading anyone. What remains when you strip away the unnecessary is the longing for truthfulness. I could invent stories, paint over reality, but in the end it would not be real. And what is not real does not hold.
Maybe that is the real reason. Not to be perfect, but to be visibly imperfect. To open a space where others can find themselves too. An echo that does not need to be loud to have impact. And if this echo reaches only a few, that is enough.
Because what is true does not need the many. It only needs a heart willing to feel it.
I promise no answers. But if you read, then do not just read – feel. And if you doubt, do not doubt yourself. And if you stumble, remember: even in falling, there is direction.
