Would I Still Speak Even If No One Listens?

Would I Still Speak Even If No One Listens?

A few days ago, I took a stroll through Mumbai, capturing glimpses of the city’s past. I shared the pictures on Instagram under the series “Ancient Relics of the Past.”

One of my friends saw the post and asked, “Why do you share? Sharing reels is one thing, but what about everything else – your articles, your thoughts, the photos you take?”

I loved the question. I promised him I wouldn’t disappoint with my answer.

Meanwhile, I cracked a dark joke (which he appreciated), and as soon as I started writing, this came out.

From Silence to Sharing

I’m an ambivert, slightly leaning toward extroversion. I love being around people.

But this is who I am now, after years of reshaping myself – after outgrowing the insecurities of the fat kid I once was.

Back then, I was shy. I kept to myself, afraid that anything I said or did could be used against me as a joke. I never shared, never spoke my mind. I just wanted to fit in.

But as I slowly came out of that shell, I realized something – I love being around people. I love to be respected. And, most of all, I feel most respected when someone trusts me.

That’s when I understood why I share. Would I still speak even if no one listens? At one point in my life, I wouldn’t have. Now, I know better.

The Power of Vulnerability

Over the years, I’ve learned that trust is built one way – by being vulnerable first.

If you want someone to trust you, you have to go first. You have to put yourself out there, open up, and wait to see if the other person meets you halfway.

• If they do, great.
• If they don’t, it doesn’t make you less.

Instead, it frees you.

Because stress accumulates when we hoard our thoughts without giving them an outlet. The more you share, the less your mind holds onto. And once those thoughts lose their grip over you, your mind becomes clear – ready for new experiences, new connections, new stories.

That’s one great byproduct of sharing.
But the main reason? Like-minded people enter your life.

Still, what if no one listens?

Why I Will Always Share

I don’t wait for others to open up, I share first. I get vulnerable first. I create the space where people feel safe enough to trust me back.

And an added bonus? It overjoys the fat kid inside me.

The one who was once afraid to speak.
The one who felt unheard.
The one who thought his feelings didn’t matter.

Now, his voice is heard. His thoughts are shared. His feelings are out in the world, without fear.

And so, I will always speak, even if no one listens.

But Then He Asked Me Something Else

After reading everything, my friend wasn’t done. He asked another question:

“Would you still share your articles if no one reads them?”

“What if no one values what you share? What if people—society—indicate that it’s not interesting, not of value? Not just your articles, but your emotions, your feelings. Would you still share? If you don’t feel heard, would you still talk?”

And my answer?

I would conclude that I’m in the wrong room.

I would still share. I would still talk. But I would keep walking – in search of the right room.

Because I believe there’s a lot of good in the world, but only the bad makes noise. The good is silent. And if I have to walk longer to find it, I don’t mind. I would walk.

And if I die trying? At least I tried.

That last line is from Luffy, from One Piece. I absolutely love it.

I’ve Lived That Question Before

This isn’t just a hypothetical for me. I’ve lived it.

Walking away from my last relationship after my accident felt exactly like that. I felt unheard. I felt like I was in the wrong room. So I left.

I kept walking.

At the time, it felt like no one was there to listen. Nobody valued what I had to say. Nobody cared.

It was dark. But I kept walking – in the hope that there would be light at the end of the tunnel.

And I was right.

Full Circle

When I sent all this to my friend, his response?

“WTF, what essay is this? 😂”

I reminded him that I promised not to disappoint.
And the moment I read his question, I knew this was going to be my next blog. So, naturally, I went the extra mile.

He laughed, saying half of my blogs are just our conversations.
I told him, “That’s because you’re chaaavaa, bro. 😂😂”