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There’s something special about having your own website. I can’t explain it. I really can’t. It’s like your own space where you can do anything you want. I’ve personally made my website a career-only area, so I can’t rant about the anime I’ve watched or the books I’ve read and want to expound on. No, I’ve created limits as to what I can create on my website.

Most people these days are more active on social media channels than their own websites (that is if they even have one). Although I do see the merits of maintaining a social media presence, I miss the good old days when everyone was some form of a blogger. Well, I can’t really say I miss those days. I wasn’t born then, so how can I miss something I’ve never gone through? It’s more like this: I’d like to go back to the days when the internet was just born to really see why so many people are nostalgic about the supposed ‘good old days’; they sound like ‘good old days’ to me because when the internet was first born, it had a central humanist moral to it. Now, the internet only exists for convenience and profit (these are only opinions and not facts, so take what I say with a grain of salt).

Back to talking about websites: you are in full control of your creative space. I have an obsession with minimalism, so I’ve made my website as empty as possible. There’s only a title in bold, a tag line explaining what the website is, two account links, a post directory that shows the five most recent posts, a link for RSS people, and a copyright line to deter plagiarism and maybe AI bots if they’re kind enough (they aren’t!). I really wanted the ability to have email subscribers, but I don’t even have enough readers, and maintaining an email subscription platform would be a great pain. I don’t really care if people read or don’t read my posts. As long as I’m putting myself out there on internet, it’s all fine. Maybe.

I had a metaphysical thought yesterday about what I’d leave behind if I died. Not much actually, but I don’t mind that I haven’t done much with my life. What I’d leave behind are: diary entries, drawings and sketches, a ton of nonfiction books, and my website. I’m aiming to make my website the crown jewel of my creative pursuits and here’s why: I don’t give a damn about the quality of my diary entries and only do them to process my emotions; I only do drawings to give my eyes a break from staring at a screen all day; and I read nonfiction to improve my education, not to leave behind an intellectual legacy. So my website will probably be all there will be of me after my body has withered. I hope these words will be preserved through the annals of time. Just these words, not the author. I don’t care if I’m forgotten, but I’d like to leave some wisdom for future readers regardless of how stupid I am.

That’s what I have a website for. To leave something behind, and also to improve my chances of employment. That’s the only reason why I continue connecting my posts to LinkedIn every week. A steady income is a nice thing to have, especially in such turbulent times like these. God, there’s so much mayhem.