I was reading for entire days. Like I needed to read about it for it to be real.
In a moment of desperation, I Googled: ‘What do writers want?’ and ‘What do readers want?’
It was enlightening.
It’s difficult to place a price on your ephemeral love and need to pursue art.
But we kind of want the things that we actually fully control. The praise, the money, the stability? Not the primary reasons cited on why writers write.
What is wealth in life? Being happy inside, happy with your own conscience and believing in yourself when there’s no praise, no money, and no stability. I’d say that’s success. And money is just relative. Every second you could be earning more and every second not earning is a second wasted, and suddenly the rest of your life like relationships and love and poetry and music seem pointless but to me, that’s never pointless. Guess I’m one of those arty types. But it also applies to working too much instead of having sex, too.
There will always be setbacks. Periods of failure. So, you might as well choose what kind of failure you like best. Success is only recognised after the struggle, and perseverance is only appreciated after you persevered.
Success doesn’t have a stand-alone definition. It needs to be success at something.
But we’re grown-ups now, and it’s our turn to decide what that means.
You get to set the bar – that’s your freedom. You might not ‘make it’. If there even is such a thing as a ‘made it’ moment. Plenty of people don’t make it, ever. But, so what? If it’s worth the effort regardless of the result, you’ve found what you want and, you’ve found what you’ll never give up at – and that’ll increase your chances, anyway! Life’s a paradox.
If you have something to offer, define it and put it out there in the world. We all need it, whatever it is.