Lately, I've been forcing myself to write on social media, even when the desire is nowhere to be found. It's like opening a blank page and hoping inspiration magically shows up. But instead, it feels like shouting into a void, waiting for an echo that never returns. Maybe it's just a phase, or maybe the constant noise has drowned out the urge to share. Either way, I keep typing, hoping that soon the words will flow as they once did, full of passion and purpose. Until then, I'll keep pushing through the silence.