Should I Romanticize My Life or Am I Just Oversharing?

Our world today is filled with aesthetics and romanticizing your life. You hear the click of a camera at every turn, at every eatery and even in the most random places where you would not expect to hear them; but that is the beauty of living. We get to show our lives to the world through our camera lens and for others like me, through our writing or our craft. While I enjoy looking at the lives of others through their craft, I cannot help but wonder, “At what point does romanticizing my life become oversharing?”

I have always loved writing; well, maybe not always, but you get what I mean. There is something powerful about turning a fleeting thought into something tangible, be it a sentence, a paragraph, or a story. Writing has become how I make sense of the fast-paced swirl of the world we live in. It makes me pause long enough to feel, reflect, and understand. I have several brief notes and sometimes sentences that were so random that they needed to be written down. Maybe one day, I will free them from the quiet prison of my notes app and release them into the wild.

In an era where romanticizing life is second nature, where every drink, every sunset, and every quiet moment can be turned into content, it is easy to wonder where self-expression ends, and performance begins. I see people capturing beauty in the mundane: a well-lit room, a plate of food, the waves at the beach or how the streetlights light up a corner, and I admire it all because thanks to them, I see it too.

However, I keep coming back to the same internal question:

"Do I want to share this?"

That question has stopped me more times than I can count. Because as much as I love to write, I also want to be understood. I want someone to read my words and say, “Me too.” But I also fear giving away too much of myself. I fear being seen too clearly, or worse, being misread, but that is what happens when you share. People see it and would have some thoughts about it.

It is a strange space to exist in, wanting to be authentic, yet cautious. At what point does sharing my thoughts become oversharing? And how do I let people see the world through my words without feeling like I am giving away too much of myself? I do not have all the answers yet. But I am learning that intent matters. If I write from a place of truth, then maybe that is enough.

So little by little, I am choosing to trust my voice, to write when it feels honest, to share when it feels meaningful, and to remember that not everything needs to be polished to be relatable. I hope this reminds you that your words or content do not have to be perfect; they just need to be yours.