You know, I am just incredibly tired. Looking back, a significant part of my life online has turned into an endless race: spinning up another server, configuring routing, buying a beautiful domain, making sure nothing breaks. You put your soul into it, spend sleepless nights trying to make everything perfect and flawless.
And in the end? Another project slowly fades away, draining you mentally and literally emptying your wallet on endless VPS and domain renewals. It turns into some kind of toxic routine. You are constantly giving away energy and money, and in return, you only get anxiety: what if the certificate doesn't renew, what if the server crashes, what if there's a configuration error somewhere. At some point, I realized that for years I've been spawning entities that bring neither joy nor return. Only internal emptiness.
I burned out from this hustle. I just wanted to breathe, to simply share something meaningful instead of administrating.
And exactly in this state, in the middle of a tech-heavy 2026, I suddenly remembered Blogger. Yes, that same old, mostly forgotten service from Google.
When I opened it, I was struck by one amazing feeling — absolute peace. I no longer care about limits, outdated templates, or the lack of cool modern plugins. The most valuable thing about it today is that it demands absolutely nothing from you.
Sure, someone might say: why even use these platforms when you can just create a social media account? But honestly, to hell with these networks and their inner world. It makes me sick to my stomach having to squeeze my sincere feelings into their rigid character limits. It pisses me off to default-surrender the copyrights to every personal photo just by the fact of publishing it. And it's so exhausting to constantly look over your shoulder at the current agenda — that constant, background anxiety that your text won't fit into their sterile boundaries, might break new rules, or displease the algorithms. Ugh, damn, it's so infuriating. That’s not freedom; it’s just a suffocating showcase where you always owe someone something.
It's like finding an old, cozy bench in a quiet park. You don't have to pay to sit on it. You don't need to repair or paint it. You just come and stay alone with your thoughts. They give you space, a free option to attach your own domain, and a guarantee that the site will simply live on. No subscription fees, no need to update Linux packages, no fear of losing all your texts because of an unpaid hosting bill.
What a relief it is to throw off all this weight. It turns out that to write, you don't need a complex tech stack. You just need a blank page that is always waiting for you, asking for nothing in return. And it truly warms my heart to think that even now, such places still exist.
It's funny how everything flipped. At the dawn of the internet, we all wanted to greedily master technologies, chase speed, overcomplicate architecture, and control everything. Services like Blogger or uCoz were patronizingly considered "childish" back then — a sort of sandbox for beginners who didn't know how to do things "for real." But now, in the era of omnipotent neural networks, flawless algorithms, and screaming video bloggers, when content is generated by the terabyte per second, this very primitive simplicity feels like the only true sanctuary. Maybe Google actually knew something back in the 2000s? They knew that one day we would get tired of playing sysadmins, and we would all just want to return to that very sandbox for simple peace and a blank slate.
