Fate

Untitled-1I don’t know if you believe in fate or not, if you believe in a predetermined order of things. If you believe we’re all puppets on strings, and some higher consciousness is controlling our actions. Maybe you think free will is an illusion, and, in a way, you’d be right to think that.

Why?

Because, whether or not you like it, society, as in everyone who has the power to influence our lives, is constantly trying to “guide” us. It’s how this world has functioned ever since we invented civilization. Everyone around you is trying to help you into becoming who they need you to be.

Not who you want to be, not who you’ve always dreamed of being, but who they need you to be in order for them to be who they want to be.

It’s not complicated or great or sad. It’s just how things work.

But what if you want more? What if you don’t feel like giving up without a fight? What then?

I’ve been wanting to be a writer ever since I was 13 years old. And I wrote and wrote and wrote, and I read a lot of books, and I’ve made a fool out of myself countless times. I’ve got bad reviews, I’ve received hate e-mails. I’ve been told to give up by friends and family. And I’ve nearly starved to death on a more than one occasion.

But I didn’t give up, because I knew what I wanted to do, and I knew how precious and rare this is: to know what you want from life, to have one big, crazy dream. Most people don’t really have that, and even few have the courage to do anything other than dream about it.

And I was more than willing to give everything up in order to make my dream come true.

You know, every motivational speaker tells you to never give up. That you have to fight hunger, exhaustion… all that is a test of how bad you really want something.

But now the situation is worse than it ever was.

Besides looking like a monster, I am struggling to eat. I am doing my best, I am trying my best. But time is not my friend. I do not have this luxury.

It is now or never.

I tried running promotions, offering huge discounts to ad options.

To no avail.

That’s why I have no other option but to rely on your help. If you enjoy this blog, if you think the stuff that I write is not useless, if you’d just like me to have a normal life, you can now help me out by donating here.

The entire treatment costs around $8,000. The next appointment, still $350 to go.

If the situation wouldn’t be critical, I wouldn’t ask you for your help.

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