The Truth About This Blog.

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The past week, I spent my free time watching videos about online entrepreneurship through blogs, YouTube and eCommerce. You know, I thought it would be a great idea to look through methods I could use to make this blog grow and gain more audience.

One tip that really captured my attention was that in order for any business, or any work in general, to be successful, it needs to target a niche market. I stopped for a moment and reflected upon what I am doing here and realised that my blog is not really focused on any topic and that struck me a little. All I am doing here is some random spikes of poetry, life lessons, wellness tips, travel photography and bits and pieces of my everyday life and emotions. That's too widespread and if I really am aiming to make blogging one of my future "jobs", I think I need to address my niche more seriously.

The truth is, I am not really able to identify the topics I am so good at blogging at, at the moment. For now, I might just journal my journey towards peace of mind and the goals I am planning to achieve. It's a long way but I am sure that I shall find my interest, one day, and I am particularly opt to write about human development and what it takes to basically find pleasure in becoming a human.

So for now, you might see me ranting a bit too much about my personal and emotional struggles that I go through sometimes, but one day, you'll find that I shall be able to relate to each and every tribulation to make something out of it. My past is in the past, and I am learning how to use those memories to empower my identity and create some kind story featuring them. Today, I am just figuring the world out and it's thrilling to engage in new fields just to explore and experiment, just to find my way.

This afternoon I was talking to my dad about my plans when I come back to Egypt and he told me: "so what? you're going to change the world?" Well, that rather put me off. Sometimes reality bombards me with how unrealistic my ideals and expectations are. But in truth, some people do believe in miracles, and they have done wonderful things in their lives and are living what they call "the dream". It is possible now that I have read a lot about how some amazing human beings just experience their all time lows, move on, work hard and find beauty and splendour in whatever value they add to the world. It is real. Yes, life isn't perfect but.. we all have our bad days. All in all, I believe we can control our reactions and how we take every detail in our world to consideration helps tremendously. Humans are artists, I believe. We are here just to make this world more beautiful; think of others and their needs and be channels through which the goodness can flow. I will no longer be a consumer, and I am determined to start my way upwards.

Yes, upwards.

So this blog, for now, shall be my experience. I'll find my niche one day and perhaps, I'll get more specialised and gain expertise so that I can truly help you all in a way or another.

I have my book to focus on, as well as studies and my role in this little organisation I am taking part in. I am taking my time dreaming of the things I could do to become a linchpin; someone who can actually lead a transforming difference in whatever I am good at. Sometimes I feel as if I am not doing anything but I am still studying here.. still going for the new stuff.

I have it in me, and you guys have it too! It all starts with that peaceful belief that we can all make a difference.

Thank you for keeping up with me. But look at me now, honestly, things are getting better. (:

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  1. Haphazard Evolution07/08/2017, 09:57

    I agree with you and I guess "finding your niche" is a true point. I'm sure over time you will develop a theme/topic that will be yours. I like to keep my blog as a diary/personal outlet for now as well.

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