If I’m being honest, boredom is what brought me here. During the COVID-19 period, everything slowed down, schools closed, movement was restricted, and most days felt like the same long stretch of silence. I had so much free time that my mind kept wandering in different directions, sometimes too much.
One day, without planning it, I picked up a pen and started writing. Maybe it was out of frustration, maybe curiosity, or maybe I just needed an escape. I wrote about everything, how I felt, what I was thinking, things happening around me, and even random thoughts. Before I knew it, it had become a habit.
After a while, I looked back and realized I had written quite a lot, pages and pages of thoughts that felt too personal and too real to just remain hidden in my notes. I wanted a place where people could read them, relate to them, maybe even understand a little of what was going on in my mind. I didn’t want to keep everything to myself anymore; I wanted a platform where my emotions, ideas, and stories could actually go somewhere.
That was when I stumbled on someone talking about the Hive platform online. Out of curiosity, I checked it out, and it felt like the kind of space I was looking for, a community where people shared their thoughts freely, without pressure to sound perfect or overly serious. It felt open, relatable, and real.
So I joined. And sometimes I look back and smile, because something as simple as boredom pushed me into a space where my words finally found a home, and where I found people who actually care to read them.
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