My main problem as a writer is that I don’t write because “I have a story to tell”. I write because there are worlds I want to visit, ideas I want to explore, people I want to meet, conversations I want to hear, emotions that I want to express, and impossibilities I want to make real.
Recently I’ve often been thinking “I’m gonna give up” “I give up” “I can only give up” It’s not that I’m giving in to myself, rather I’ve been thinking so towards other people. Have I become colder towards other people? No, I think that’s normal for me. Have I minded things too much? But whatever, stupid should do as stupid does, if the person himself doesn’t notice then it’s heaven for them so I’ll just leave them be. I’ll put up with the few troubles they cause.
Of course, to coexist well with other people a certain amount of compromise and patience is necessary. Is that being an adult?
What people think is the right way for them to live well and whether its right to stick to how you are etc is different for everyone depending on how they’ve lived their life up till now.
What’s right for one person isn’t necessarily right for everyone else.
But if you don’t believe in yourself, who will?
No matter what anyone says to me I won’t get in anyone’s way and I’ll stay true to myself.
