To be honest, yes, I write blogs. I write because it captivates me, helps me structure my thoughts and keep in touch with myself. But it seems that my audience in the world of wide online communication remains very limited - at least that's how I feel.

Looking at the statistics, I come across a lot of numbers - zero comments, an unequivocal misunderstanding of my attempts, a slow fading of likes ... All this at some point begins to seem rather depressing, and perhaps you, dear invisible readers (unless, of course, , you exist), the question arises: "Why write if no one reads me?"

I want to share my view on this issue. Writing blogs, while it seems like a public act, can actually be a great way to express yourself. It's a kind of diary that you leave open for anyone to look into. It doesn't matter how many people read it - the main thing is that you can leave a mark on the world, share your thoughts and feelings.

My blogs may not bring popularity and fame, but they bring me joy, satisfaction and, perhaps, someday will serve as an inspiration for someone else. One day, my words may become an inspiration for a person who will meet them when he needs it. This is perhaps the point of my blogging.

So maybe my blogs are really not interesting for many people. But that doesn't mean they're useless. They capture my thoughts, my emotions, my moments. They make me more aware, more open and hopefully more interesting.

So, friends, even if I go unnoticed in this vast world of blogs, I will continue to write. Because this is my personal art form, my inner symphony, and I am sure that somewhere, sometime, my words will find their reader. And if this reader is you, dear invisible friend, then know: I am glad that we met.

With love for words and gratitude for the opportunity to write