I love real people

Importance is an illusion.

Well, maybe I should clarify: differing importance is an illusion. Why do I say this?

Because quite honestly, the big writers on the web (the mega-bloggers with thousands of comments, the Twitter personalities with a million followers) are no different than you or me. They’re just as broken, just as longing for meaning, just as “normal” as the next person.

And, usually, they don’t claim to be any different than that.

That’s where we come in. We idolize these people and lift them up next to our most coveted relationships, and if we can be friends with them, then we are more important.

But it’s all an illusion, and I want to start this blog off by saying that I’m just like you.

I was hesitant to publish this post, because it could be taken to imply that I think I’m one of those “big writers”, and that clarifying this fact was necessary. Let me tell you, this isn’t the reason for this post.

This blog isn’t about getting a giant following. It’s about helping other people with their shortcomings and failures.

The internet is marked by fakes. If they aren’t fake, they are shallow, and this is because we like to make ourselves look better than we are. Whether this blog takes off, or whether I’m the only one reading what I write (because I definitely do that), I know that at the core of everything, I long to be genuine. I long to be real, and to make other people feel just as valuable, loved, and cherished as I do.

I hope that you feel welcomed here; that I’m actually listening to you.

The internet is full of idols that we make, but for once in my life, I’m determined to treat people (and myself) as they are: people.

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