I am the harshest self-critic I have ever met. Every word that I type I do so with contempt, judging my thoughts before they even hit the screen, wondering why it is that I even attempt to do write.
But, here I am, daily trying to write something. I feel like it’s easier if I’m handwriting. Not sure why.
I always wonder what it is that I want to say so badly that I am compelled to write. Sometimes it’s poetry (though not that great, I admit), sometimes my inquisitive nature takes over and “why’s” fill the pages. But, no matter what I write, I never feel as if I have reached the depths of my self. I’ve tried coming up with stories to write, but I don’t think I really have a story to tell either.
And maybe that’s it. Maybe I dream of being able to tell a story. My girlfriend’s father likes to ask people what their story is. When I look at myself, I see a regular tale of a mediocre kid who has nothing to say for himself. And that sucks.
Many people have their passions and they know what they are. Me? I have passion and it can be applied towards anything. The problem is that I find myself to be easily discouraged when others tell me they don’t think it will work.
I shouldn’t do that. Neither should you. Your life is yours to live, and your passion is yours to use. Follow after the things that you want. Make your life happen.
The only way to do things is to get up and do them.
I heard it said that the more you do, the more you will do. Which makes way too much sense.
I want to stop making excuses for myself and get up and learn whatever it is that I want to learn or go wherever it is that I want to go. That’s all there is to it.
If you want to do something badly enough, then you can make it happen. It is only a matter of doing.
To those of you like me who have no idea what you want to do with your life; go out and start doing things until you find something that fits you.
We can’t all be astronauts or firefighters or entrepreneurs. But, there is a place for everyone.
Go out and do something.