I’ve quit, completely cold turkey, many times.
I’d be in the shower or maybe in Starbucks and out of nowhere I’d say to myself, “That’s it, I quit. I’m never writing again.”
Why should I even bother anymore?
I thought I’d be a bestseller by now. But the cold truth is, hardly anyone reads my stuff. Even when I give it away for free.
So, what’s the point?
The point is this: I can’t let myself be a goddamn hypocrite. The world is full of them and I’m sure as hell not going to add to the murky mess.
Discouraged authors and artists often ask me, “Why should I continue trying?”
I always respond with a strong dose of, “If you can add beauty to the world, do so. Even if no one will ever see it.”
Because beauty, for the sake of beauty, is important. Important as anything else or maybe even more so.
And imagine if you reach just one person. I mean, really reach them. Deep down in their soul.
A women in Sweden read through my blog today. The one, statistically speaking, you’re probably not reading right now.
She sent me an email saying, “Im smiling and I’m thankful for your writing and I feel honored to read it. If you knew my story you will see how magical i feel this is… Me sitting here reading your words. And how much they mean to me and truly speak to my innermost essence…it’s a miracle.”
That surely doesn’t pay my bills. Shit, it doesn’t even pay for this cup of coffee I’ve been nursing.
But it justifies my writing. It justifies my entire existence.
I was able to make someone glow who lives halfway around the world. Just by doing what I knew I needed to do.
Maybe I’ll never be a bestseller. And maybe you’ll never play for the Yankees or have your work hang in the Louvre or teach penguins how to play parcheesi.
Regardless, people who aren’t aware that they’re counting on you, are counting on you.
If you’ve been given gifts, share them.
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