On a cold and dark night of December I wrote my first story. It was for the first time that I had the vision, that my eyes saw more than what was right there, in front of me, that my ears heard more, and my mouth wanted to speak in a voice that was louder than ever before.
I wanted to reach people, I wanted to share with them the same dream I had. It was happiness in a way that you know it can only last for a few moments, that kind of happiness you could never expect to last longer. I was happy because I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Continue reading
Imagine the few moments before your death. The few moments when your whole life will flash before your eyes. Is it worth watching?
Odds are that you’ll feel regret. All the “what ifs” that can no longer be acted upon, all your broken dreams and hopes and ideas. All the happiness that you could’ve created. All the help you could’ve given others. Continue reading
I often say that people should set short time achievable goals and crazy long term dreams. The thing is, we live in a world of small steps. Even though we don’t like to admit it, even though we often choose to search for a shortcut, progress is an extremely slow process. Excruciatingly so at times.
So it’s understandable that this year I set out to write. That’s the most important thing a writer can do. Then, I wanted to sell a few books. Not a precise number… I just wanted to sell a few books. Self-publishers know how difficult it is to sell just one copy of your book. Not ten, not a thousand, just one. Continue reading
“We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter’s evening.
Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them;
nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light
which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true. “
– Woodrow Wilson
People like to believe talent, luck, success, skill to be given to you by… don’t know. They’re just given to you, I suppose. They’re just things you recognize in other people, but never in yourself.
People tend to believe that greatness cannot be achieved. It is granted.
I say this is wrong.
“Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone.” – John Steinbeck
To paraphrase another American writer, life breaks us all. Whether we want it or not. And, yes, some are stronger at the broken places. Some are not.
We are defeated simply because there’s a lot more to learn from defeat than from victory. Grief, pain, and anger only serve as lessons.
It’s necessary. For us to evolve, for us to ask ourselves if it’s in our powers to change something.
About ourselves. About the world around us. Or the people in it.
You know the saying that the only true constant in life is change? Well… oftentimes change is painful. We are still terrified by the unknown, by what it represents. Continue reading
In 1938 aspiring author Frances Turnbull sent a copy of one of her stories to Francisc Scott Fitzgerald. In the feedback he offers her there’s one great piece of advice: “You’ve got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner. This is especially true when you begin to write, when you have not yet developed the tricks of interesting people on paper, when you have none of the technique which it takes time to learn. When, in short, you have only your emotions to sell.”
You can read the rest of the letter here. It’s really worth the time, and it’s the kind of advice writers give only to closest friends. It’s not something you can tell anyone about, because most people will think you’re crazy.
Now, about selling your heart… Continue reading
“Nothing, Everything, Anything, Something: If you have nothing, then you have everything, because you have the freedom to do anything, without the fear of losing something.”
– Jarod Kintz
I often say that life’s just a matter of perspective. What we call reality is subjective. We interpret events and situations in a manner that best suits our interests and beliefs. Simply put, we see what we want to see.
There’s no surprise that these four words (nothing, everything, anything, something) are relative. Nothing is difficult to understand, anything is limited by our perception of freedom, while everything and something are matters of optimism and hope.