There was a silly adventure I went through a few months ago where I wrote in a friend\’s blog. I deliberately posted my most thoughtful, introspective entries. Most of which, I had written in the last 4 years. I posted entries of love, heartbreak, familial ties, daily problems. I did this every day for one month. I must have mentioned it a number of times, but it surprised me the most when readers did respond. In truth, I was playing with them, pretending to be my friend. We garnered over 300 readers at that time.

But one discovery that stuck with me is that I really do have the ability to change people through the written word. When I was 16 and still in my pen pal phase, people who received my letters often said that they were lyrical, almost like a song. I thought that was silly. But inside, my pride grew. I had always wanted to write for a living, but couldn\’t think of a way to pursue it. And so here I am, still writing into an emptiness, trapped by a desire to do great in the world but yet live comfortably.

I did quit writing in my friend\’s blog because being introspective and thoughtful took a lot of energy from me. Eventually, I did return more than 2 months later to rant, because my outlets of expression are limited by my knowledge of readership.

But to my surprise, someone left the following comment:

She had randomly left a comment on my friend\’s blog a few months back and upon exploring her blog, I found her very deep and fascinating. However, she (who we now know was Jenn) is no longer the author of this blog and I am not a big fan of the new one. I\’ve continued to read her entries for about a month now, but the interest is just gone. I want Jenn back…even tho I don\’t actually know her. So I left a comment (probably not considered nice, but please don\’t take it the wrong way, just trying to be honest) and unsubscribed. Just wanted to write it here, I guess, to repent for the guilt I feel for the comment. Guilt for possibly making someone feel bad, but not guilt for being honest.

Who knew.