“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” – John 1:1
In a way, everything that ever exists in this world was first a word. What you call the Universe is made up of words, not atoms. The people you have loved and lost you keep alive by using words.
What you think you are, what others think of you… words.
What you tell yourself, what you tell others… words.
If words didn’t exist, we wouldn’t be much. Maybe we wouldn’t be anything at all. Continue reading
I’m sure you know what failure means, but what you don’t know is that, whether life changing or not, every defeat carries with it enormous potential. Somewhere hidden, of course.
We often choose to deny it, but failure is an integral part of who we are as humans.
That’s why we like success stories so much. That’s why we love to believe that brilliant writers come up with wonderful first drafts. Everything they write is gold. The bitter alternative to this is that we have to work hard all our lives and still be haunted by the monster of failure.
We all want to become so good at what we love doing that it becomes effortless. We want to stroll our fingers across the keyboard and win the Pulitzer.
But it’s not like that.
“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.
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
Six years ago I decided to start this blog. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know much about the platform, about topics and all that.
I just knew I had to do something. I had to write, write, write. I was sick of my own excuses.
Last year I wrote this cute post here, which became one of the most popular posts on this blog. It wasn’t meant to be the sort of post that receives that much attention. Anyway. Continue reading
Alexander the Great. Even though he only lived on this Earth for a total of 33 years, some 2,300 years ago, we have yet to forget his name and legendary battles.
During his short life, nothing stopped him. Nothing. Huge armies with elephants, impregnable fortresses, vast distances over mountains and rivers and deserts, hunger, thirst, the sea itself, the uttermost extremes of physical hardship and war. His body was littered with scars; everywhere that is, except his back. That’s because the world’s greatest commander never retreated, and he never lost a battle.
Most of his portraits, sculptures, and coins reflect a kind of upward gaze as if he were staring into the very heavens, yearning for something unreachable.
He dedicated his life to the struggle against insurmountable odds. And he became great because he surmounted them all.
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