Before You Post, Remember Why We Write
Writing is not content. It is conscience.
I sat down today and asked myself a question.
Why do I write?
It seems like a small thing, but it isn’t.
Writing reveals how we think—and most people don’t want to know.
Today, writing is easier than ever. That’s not just a statement about technology. It’s a statement about decay. Anyone with a phone can write something, post it instantly, and send it to thousands of people without thinking twice. There is no barrier anymore. No discipline. No silence before the sentence.
We’ve replaced reflection with reaction. Writing has become a performance. We don’t write to understand. We write to be seen.
That’s the real crisis.
Writing used to require effort. You had to sit with your thoughts. Wrestle them into shape. Ask hard questions, listen for honest answers, and decide what you actually believed. It was an act of clarity.
You weren’t just producing words.
You were becoming someone.
Because writing wasn’t just expression—it had a telos.
A goal beyond the page: to clarify the soul, to speak truth, to become more fully human.
Now, clarity is optional. The new game is speed.
Write it fast. Say it loud. Make sure it triggers someone. Call it writing. Call it activism. Call it whatever you want, as long as it generates clicks. But don’t pretend it’s about truth.
And if that weren’t enough, now we have something worse.
Much of what you see online wasn’t even written by a person. It’s machine-generated. AI scrapes what it thinks you want to hear, then spits it back to you in polished language. It doesn’t know you. It doesn’t care about meaning. It mirrors your appetite, not your mind.
It’s not language. It’s bait.
Fear. Outrage. Envy. That’s the formula. These tools are designed to bypass your reason and trigger your instincts. They don’t ask you to think. They want you to react.
And you do. We all do.
We copy and paste. We comment without reading. We share without understanding. We confuse emotion with insight. Then we wonder why the world feels louder, dumber, and more hostile than ever.
It’s because we no longer use writing to seek truth. We use it to signal allegiance, to boost our egos, to disguise our confusion. We’ve taken a tool for building civilization and turned it into digital graffiti.
Then there’s the matter of focus.
You used to sit down to write. Now you do it while watching YouTube, answering texts, checking your likes, and wondering whether that one line will go viral. The device you write on is the same one designed to distract you.
You might finish something, sure. But what kind of thinking built it?
And what kind of person does that habit shape you into?
Still, not everything is lost. Digital tools can expand your voice. They can connect you with people you’d never meet otherwise. They can make space for new stories and new truths. But only if you treat writing with the respect it deserves.
That means you slow down. You take responsibility. You ask better questions. You remember that writing is a moral act.
The world doesn’t need more content. It needs people who write with purpose—who know the difference between signal and noise, between bait and meaning.
If writing has a telos, it is this: To form the mind toward truth, and the will toward responsibility.
So before you post, ask yourself:
Is this true?
Is this clear?
Is this necessary?
Because if it isn’t, don’t post it. The world already has enough noise.
You don’t need to write for the algorithm.
You need to write for your mind. Your conscience. Your future.
Writing is how we form freedom—sentence by sentence—in a culture addicted to confusion.
So before you post, remember why we write.
Forget that, and you’ll forget how to think.
About the Creator
Mike Barvosa
Texas-based educator. Always listening.
I write about what we ignore, where memory fades, systems fail, and silence shouts louder than truth. My stories don’t comfort. They confront.
Read them if you're ready to stop looking away.


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