Substack… Just Another Platform?
Raw first thoughts from a writer on a platform that’s supposed to be built for writers. So why all the noise?
This is my first time creating a Substack.
First time visiting. First time perusing.
I’ve heard about it for years, but more so recently, and honestly?
It gave me hope.Hope that there was still a place where my words could live.
Where they’d be read, not scrolled past.
Appreciated, not diluted.Because let’s be real: nobody reads anymore.
(👉🏾 Read Start Here)You send a long message? You post real reflection?
Nobody’s reading that novel.
Short-form content isn’t just king online.
It’s king in our mind.We got the attention span of a gnat.
We repost without thinking.
We crown leaders who can’t even comprehend.All great leaders read books.
But now we follow people who barely write.Critical thinking?
Eroded.
Discernment?
Eroded.
Humanity?
Eroding…All I can do is wake up each day and ask:
What can I disrupt today?
How can I be light in this artificial dark?So I log in.
And I speak.
And I write.Praying the words become a tailor-made blueprint
for someone else lost in this digital battlefield.I don’t even know what to post first.
I just know I have a lot to say
and I’m not trying to feed the Echo Chamber
more of the same.I am trying to cut through the noise, surgically.
And often times, poetically.
But not always on purpose.Sometimes it happens out the blue.
But I digress…as I often do too.
After 24 hours setting up this Substack
(which…Lord have mercy, I was not prepared for),
I stepped back and appreciated it.Because this platform made me work to create something intentional.
A space for my words to live and breathe.But once I started exploring the Discover tab?
Disappointment.
Pictures of dogs.
Vacation slides.
“Dear algorithm, connect me to other writers…”More echo.
More noise.I didn’t come here for more curated nothingness.
I didn’t come here for passive scrolling dressed up as community
or AI regurgitated commentary masquerading as deep thoughts.I came for movement.
For truth.
For surgical reflection.
For disruption.So where is it?
I’m a reader.
A lover of words.
I used to check out 10 books from the library and have them devoured in 5 days.
Because words are life.They cut.
They build.
They destroy.
They resurrect.And so much more…
But we use them so little and rarely in a way that matters.I came to Substack to change that narrative.
To share writing that isn’t content but code.To learn.
To grow.
To connect with the ones who still feel.Still fight.
Still care.I’m looking for a place for my work to land.
Somewhere it won’t be filtered, drowned out, or ignored.Because the truth is…
we’ve already slid down the slippery slope of destruction.This isn’t a warning anymore.
It’s a war report.I came here to work.
There are over 8 billion people in the world.
And as of 2022, nearly 5 billion of us are logging on
to social media platforms every single day —
spending an average of 2.5 hours scrolling, reacting, reposting, consuming.But how much of that time is actually feeding your soul?
How much of what you see is real, or even worth remembering?Let me ask you this:
Who do you follow that the world needs to know about?
Who’s out here using their pen like a weapon and their voice like a lifeline?Put me on.
Drop your top 3 pen warriors—the cultural writers, deep thinkers, disruptors who move you.
Help me connect with minds of substance, hearts that still beat for community,
and souls still crazy enough to love this broken world.Because I’m not here for the clout.
I’m here for connection. For community.
For change.Let’s build something different.
Together.