To Write or Not to Write?


I have been fighting a rather silent battle for some days now: to write or not to write?

That question is deeper than first meets the eye. And the deeper you think about it, the more propelled you are toward the tail end part of the question.

Not to write.

So it’s cool not to write… hmm… so what do I do now, delete all my content? What? What?

Each time we write, we send a piece of ourselves out there, into the open, onto the internet. And this process could be exhilarating; thinking how readers will react to what you write, trying to anticipate their reactions. The whole brainwork could really leave you feeling drained.

I feel to have that oxygenated start as a blogger or writer or.., you have to care less what readers might think of your work. And remember, you’re your first reader, so you have to care less about what you think of your own work.

Personally, I’m the hardest on myself. You can picture me pacing, soliloquizing, asking if writing is what matters to my life right now, asking why I can’t just pass time like everyone else without feeling like I need to write something. It’s not like I’m getting paid for scribbling stuff, not yet. In fact, I just upgraded my plan to premium, so cash is actually leaving me. And getting paid in the blogosphere is even becoming more of a herculean task by the minute. So, why write?

Write to express? Bleh, that sounds more and more clicheric each day. So, why write? Because you can’t not write? That sounds twisted, but I think I’ve seen that expression somewhere. Yea, so people claim to write because they can’t stay away from writing or they are somewhat compelled to, like an OCD kinda thing.

That could be me, compelled to write. But why? For the flair? For the praise? Or maybe for relevance, self relevance. So can I say I write to feel important? That’s sick (LOL). Well, anything that strikes your fancy, right? But I won’t be surprised if truly I write to feel important. I mean, everyone is on to something. Some people hang out with friends to feel that sense of importance, some others go skiing or mountain climbing or whatever just to feel something. So it’s not a bad thing if I write to feel something good about myself.

But where do we draw the line, where does writing become a drug?

I guess that’s a topic for another time. As always, friends, thanks for reading. And remember, I read you too.


Is Pluto a planet or not?


Is Pluto a planet or not?

Who cares what Pluto is? It is what it is, and whatever we humans say about it doesn’t change shit about what Pluto is.

Did the planet ask to be named “Pluto” or whatever? Hell no! So that’s on us. That’s our confusion, that’s NASA’s confusion.

I haven’t written in a days. I have been battling the question: to write or not to write? And to be honest with you, I haven’t really found any tangible answer. But here I am.

So why am I writing? Because I love WordPress so much? Or because I get paid to write? I don’t know! Or maybe I just need to rant. Maybe I’m frustrated. Maybe life is frustrating.

Maybe I just need to keep listening to Castle On The Hill by you know who, and Ride by Twenty One Pilots. Pluto is enjoying it’s ride around the sun, so why don’t I enjoy some good music too, right?

Really, have you ever wondered how planets feel? Massive, scary bodies orbiting the sun. Do they feel like gods or are they lonely? Do they feel abandoned, devoid of life? Do they envy Earth? And why is Earth so different and full of funny beings? Are we alone?

Are we alone?

Thanks for reading, friends.

Dancing with the Devil on Coke

Beautiful piece this one.

Malice in Wonderland

I was 22 when I first began my love affair with coke. I still remember the highs cocaine would give me: thoughts of grandeur consumed my mind, Inhibitions waned, and conversations always seemed so much better with strangers. The days and nights spent skiing through the cocaine slopes were boundless and intense. I suddenly became the person I always wanted to be but didn’t have the courage in my sober state.

That year, newly single, and recently fucking some guy named Jared who was straight out of rehab for a coke addiction. He decidedly made the mistake of introducing me to his somewhat so called best friend Danny. Danny was short, 5”6 to be exact, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, gap toothed, and a modern day apothecary. I remember first meeting Danny thinking “oh he’s cute” and then he opened his mouth, eviscerating all levels of attraction with his voice…

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“Online”: the most abused word of the 21st century

I was just thinking of something. Did you know that the word “online” is the most abused word of the 21st century?

Okay, let me put it this way. How many times have you mentioned the word “online” in the past month?

You might be thinking, “Uh, not much.” And I’d tell you that you don’t have to use a word a billion times for it to be abused. And by the way, the word “online” is actually being used a billion times as we speak.

Since the advent of the internet in the 1980s, the whole world has appeared to make a shift to the “online”. Now you send messages online, apply for jobs online, build offices and houses online, in fact, you can date and marry online now.

What’s the point of this?

Isn’t it evident how we are gradually sending reality (humanity) offline? Such that the humans that make the internet we’re so obsessed with don’t matter anymore.

If you doubt that, then riddle me this: who is the inventor of the world wide web?

Of course you might don’t know.

His name is Tim Berners Lee. Doesn’t ring a bell, right? That’s kinda like the point of this conversation.

Tim Berners Lee

Human beings are the ones reading your messages, don’t forget that. Your text would mean nothing if a human being isn’t at the other end to feel it.

A human being is the one that typed this post you’re reading. Don’t forget.

Thanks for reading, friends. It’s always a pleasure when you guys like or share my posts. Let’s always remember the humans behind the signals.


I enjoy writing on WordPress. I feel it’s got realer people

You’re a writer or you write sometimes. You must have battled with where to write at one point or another. You have accounts everywhere; Medium, WordPress, Quora, Tumblr. But which one is the best platform for you?

I enjoy writing on WordPress. I feel it’s got realer people, people who see the effort in creativity. I was active on Tumblr a while back in the school days, but I kinda got jaded with the never-ending posts and all, and also, Tumblr has to do with a lot of gifs. I don’t even know what’s up with Tumblr right now, I think I saw somewhere online it’s about to be sold by…

Though Facebook isn’t open-source, I used to post a lot on there, but they are a million times meaner that Blogging platforms. I could post something really detailed and get about a dozen likes. And you can’t even see it on any search engine. So yea, fuck Facebook sucks.

I’m not on Medium right now, I don’t even know what it’s like. Medium… sounds moderate.

There are a lot of these platforms popping up everywhere like popcorn.

“Are you on Pinterest? Are you on Instagram? Quora is a good place to get readers…”

Dude! Cut me some slack. So I should be everywhere on the internet because I want to write.

Sometimes I even feel exposing yourself on the internet isn’t such a good idea. I think of Googling my name Victor Enesi and I’m caught with fear. Who knows what I’m going to see? Lol.

What if I’m at an interview and the interviewer is like “Let’s look him up online, let’s see what he’s about.” And they check me up and see all these conflicting texts. *Facepalm*

Thanks for reading, beautiful people. Without you the internet wouldn’t make much sense. It would just be a bunch of cooled hard drives marking 1s and 0s.