complete dissatisfaction with this blog.
I’m sick of making excuses for why I’m not producing the kind of work that I want to be. and im trying not to say “should be” because the word “should” states disappointment as a given; I’m not so much disappointed at the work as I am in the fact that I’m not even putting in the effort to realize any type of potential anymore.
i always said I would once summer came: the school year was way too busy with press releases and essays to even try and truly CREATE anything; yet since the seasons have turned (almost twice now), I’ve turned over no new leaves of promise or productivity in this endless endeavor toward some supposedly greater mission of helping a readership reach their own enlightenment one day. graduating from a department where the writing talent consistently becomes dispersed into law schools, public relations and content creation and in a world where editors are too expensive and headlines are the only words read, what’s the point?! did every student become disillusioned of the solitary writer’s life — captured so well in fiction and (falsely) glorified on film — that they’re volunteering to sacrifice their childhood pipe dream for a steady paycheck? a half-hour commute? an italicized recommendation on LinkedIn?
maybe, maybe not. maybe it’s just me. I’m only 21; to think it was possible to suddenly reach the peak of my potential at such a young age is not only absolutely ridiculous, but a telling sign of my immaturity. and plus, if it really did happen, there’d be nothing left for the rest of this awesomely blurry decade. and THAT would be disappointing.
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lifecomment liked this
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alwoeiruty said:
you can do it!! proud of you :)
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cashleelee posted this
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