There, I said it.
I started my first blog on the 22nd of April, 2012. A month or so later, after having published a bunch of mediocre blog posts, one of my articles went viral.
From then on out, it was all rather confusing. Yeah, Neil Gaiman mentioned one of my articles on Twitter. So did Random House. I was gaining anywhere between 500 to 800 new followers per day.
By November the same year I was earning around $100 per day.
I see everyone running around for success. And I wish that everyone could have their fair share of success and fame and glory and the respect and admiration of others, but the truth is that we do not enjoy the victory, but the struggle.
Without struggle, the victory no longer pleases us.
It didn’t please me. Not at all.
Because I didn’t know what to do with my success, didn’t know how to replicate it, or even teach someone else to replicate it, all my future projects failed.
It took me about a year to get to over 100, 000 followers, and then… nothing. I did not feel like blogging anymore. There was nothing to aspire towards, nothing that motivated me.
When you think you’ve reached the top of the mountain, that’s when everyone else starts to surpass you.
I couldn’t see a way out. I used to complain to my mother, that there was no way to earn more, to do more, or even become more.
The obvious side-effect of this is something called high-functioning depression. You look like you’re okay, you act like you are okay, and everyone else might think you’re okay, but you’re far from okay.
I struggled with this for years and years, and I slowly lost my appetite for success.
I desired comfort more than anything else, which is the surest way to a life of discomfort and pain.
Success has to be built. In time. With patience and care. A lot of failures form the building block for success.
Without failure, without struggle, we cannot even understand what success means.
What did it mean to me that I got thousands of readers within a few short months? I’ll tell you. Almost nothing.
We learn so little from success. After all, experience is the name we give to our mistakes, not our successes.
In case you are wondering, I am writing this words, so you don’t wish for something that might destroy you.
Do not wish for success. Do not feed this urge to be successful as fast as possible.
Do not crave the destination so much that you stop enjoying the journey, unless you want to look back on your life with regret.
I know that there are some phrases in this article that you might consider cliche. They are.
But you know what’s funny about cliches?
They are true. Every single one of them.