The Abyss

Writing words into the void

I write these words knowing they’re not landing in anyone’s inbox.

Not a single person on the internet* is currently aware of what I’m sharing here.
It’s like speaking out loud in the middle of a forest with no one around to hear.

Does that make these words worthless?

Maybe.

Right now, nobody is receiving value from them.
Who knows if anyone ever will?

Maybe one day someone stumbles upon them—someone who discovers my content online and wants to trace it back to the beginning.
Maybe some future StumbleUpon-esque app will surface forgotten corners of the internet.
Maybe a future generation of mine will read these words.

Then, maybe they’ll provide value.

An insight into someone’s mind. A different perspective. A spark of inspiration.

But there’s no guarantee.

These words might remain undiscovered forever.
Existing in the abyss.

So, the question I ask myself is—why write at all?

It makes me think about how deeply our culture ties action to outcome.

Do your best work… to get noticed, get promoted, get paid.
Give to charity… to feel good, to be praised, to gain some moral high ground.

We’re always trying to get something out of life.

“You have seen that the universe is at root a magical illusion and a fabulous game, and that there is no separate ‘you’ to get something out of it, as if life were a bank to be robbed.”
—Alan Watts

I’m writing because I want to.
There’s something inside me that wants to share.

I’ve always loved writing.
As a kid, I’d fill my parents’ birthday cards with paragraphs about how much I loved them.
I once wrote a 10,000-word journal entry mapping out how I wanted to live my life.

Writing for the sake of writing.
An outlet.
A place to think.

I journal most days. But that’s private—meant only for my eyes.
Writing here, with the possibility that someone else might read it, feels different.
It’s a new outlet. One I want to explore.

I have a friend who writes online regularly—recently about strawberries.
One human’s unique perspective at a particular point in time.
The culmination of their experiences, thoughts, and beliefs about the world.

It’s fascinating to glimpse into someone’s reality.
And in doing so, you often learn more about your own.

Because isn’t that what life really is?
Just… stories.
Stories we tell ourselves about the world.
And the more people that believe in a particular story, the more it becomes accepted as truth.

Storytelling gives life meaning.
Without it, we’re just survival machines converting input into energy until we die.

So this is my story.
Through my eyes, shaped by my experiences and beliefs.

Just another voice in a sea of voices.
But one born from the same deep human urge that connects us all.

And maybe, just maybe, the idea that someone might read these words—
Even if that “someone” never truly materialises—
That’s enough for me.

Love,
Luke

* Technically, I do have one subscriber—my wonderful girlfriend, Bek. Thank you for always supporting me, my little lamb. 🐑