It’s my honest opinion that we all want to leave our mark on this world. Some of us may not recognize this urge, but we all want to change something, to alter things, to create something that will last longer than us. Even if it is a scar. Yes, there are plenty out there who just want to inflict pain, because that’s the only thing they can do. Or the only thing they think they can do.
You know that saying, “In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king?” Well, in this world, we’re all blind. We want what we want and we fight as fiercely as we can to get it, in the process hurting those around us. People we love, people we care about. Sometimes we feel that life isn’t fair. Guess what. It never is.
You have to realize that there are forces that you can’t control, objects that collide, outcomes you can’t predict. And this might seem overwhelming, and the instinct is to give up. Give up on your dreams, on your expectations, on your crazy, crazy plans.
Yes, you can take small, small steps, always making sure you’re not stepping on something, always trying to avoid everything that gets in the way. But what happens when you’re afraid to take even a single step? When you freeze, when the sun rising marks a new day you’ve already given up on? Then you have to take a leap. You have to jump, hoping there’s someone to catch you. If there’s no one, then you’re going to fall. But every fall makes you stronger, gets you closer to achieving your goal.
When I self-published my first book, it didn’t sell. I gave up on writing for a few months. I said to myself that I’m not good enough. I didn’t know what to do. Honestly, I didn’t. I thought blogging was to difficult, and I didn’t have money to pay for ads. Lastly, I wasn’t sure my writing was good enough. I knew I had something to say, I’ve always known that, but I wasn’t sure if I had the tools that were required.
So I gave up. And I didn’t pursue another career. I just stopped. I spent those few months dreaming about a day when I’ll become the writer that I’ve always wanted to be. I didn’t write. I barely read. I watched soccer on TV and Britain’s Got Talent on Youtube.
And then I began writing again. All of a sudden. I woke up one night, a good idea scratching its way out of my skull, and began writing. Just like that.
The more I wrote, the better writer I became.
But everything changed when I discovered Wattpad. I found a bunch of people who enjoyed my writing. Fans. And I felt like the best writer on this side of the planet. Every time I wrote, I tried to write at the best of my capability, simply because I knew I had an audience. I knew people were reading.
To an artist, an audience is extremely important.
And then I decided to self-publish. I chose one of my short stories, Remember. I edited, I made a cover, I did the interior formatting. I made a blog. This blog. I thought, this time it’s going to work. Even if the entire world tries to stop me, this time it’s going to work.
I decided to be relentless. No matter what, I would wake up in the morning, stare out the window for a few minutes, and then write. Even if all I got were one star reviews, I would write. Even if no one read my blog posts, I would write.
My first month, I sold 3 copies of Remember. I earned $1.05. And I kept on writing, just like I promised.
I’m not going to lie. At times I would feel angry and resentful, because there were all these writers earning thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars, each month, and here I was, working my ass off for less than the price of a bus ticket.
But I didn’t give up. And I’m not going to, no matter what.
Changing the world. Big words. And they seem so far away, a vague concept we can’t grasp simply because we forget that we all change the world. For better or worse, forever or just for a few years, we all leave something behind. Building a legacy is what makes man worthy of being the dominant species on this planet.
We don’t make more of us for the sake of being more of us, we do it because we want to educate our kids, to see them become the type of people who would be remembered.
That’s the thing with dreams. They come in all shapes and sizes, but they’re all equally important. Don’t discard your dream, don’t be fearful to travel on uncharted roads just because people say it’s impossible.
Right now, as we speak, I want to make irevuo into one of the greatest platforms for promoting young artists. Simply put, my dream is to make other dreams come true. Yeah, I know, I know, it’s a cheesy line, but I want this. It’s my dream, my crazy, crazy dream.
Because life isn’t fair, because sometimes, no matter how hard we try, we can’t change the world. Our dreams never come true, not because we pursue our dream, but because the world didn’t allow it to come true.
I’m not going to stop. Never. I’ll do my best to promote aspiring artists from around the world.
That’s why irevuo is now accepting submissions. Well, not quite submissions. They’re more like recommendations. Any kind of artists… painters, sculptures, singers, writers, graphic designers, etc.
You can send a recommendation at contact at irevuo dot com, but please include a website/blog link where we can see some of that person’s artwork.
The catch is that you can’t recommend yourself.
Our dream is to make irevuo one of the best art/culture websites on the planet. Also, we want to grow a large enough audience, so our promotional efforts can actually have an impact.
You can make our dream come true here.