Or shall I say, share a bit about myself. My name, Chris Matthews, and I’m a writer.
What, you don’t believe me?
I am a writer!
I declared it, and I’m doing it. Therefore, I am. That’s how it goes.
That interpretation was the truth, and you can’t deny it. The question that we’re reaching for in protest is the questioning of self-realization.
Posed as a question: while you maintain that you’re a writer, do you know where you’re at on the endless line that is, consisting of self-proclaimed writers?
Plainly said, do you know where you stand against the pack, let alone the pack leaders?
Let’s face it, some of us are bad at this new thing that we’re trying. That’s not to say that you will remain bad, that you can’t ever become better, maybe even good, and for a select few, even great.
But is it only a select few?
Yes, yes, it is.
Stop, don’t let that deter you.
Unless you already have a preconceived notion of where you deserve to be in life regardless of your actual abilities.
All you need to do is to recognize that you may never receive that one award, attend that one show, or accept that specific check.
If these are your roadblocks, you should question how you apply the following; purpose, passion, profession. Stick around for that one.
You see, I’m familiar with this space. The space of the beginning, it’s daunting to a certain extent. But humbling and invigorating at the same time.
I like it.
I find honesty in written language. It’s beautiful.
A very humble beginning. I don’t know where it will take me, but I’m excited. I’m pursuing writing with my faith gripped tightly, an open mind, and an undeniable vigor.
However, most importantly, it’s a peaceful endeavor. I’m not at odds with the words that will soon become.