The Writer's Journey: Embracing Persistence Amidst Self-Doubt

Every time I pick up my pen and decide to scream, cry, laugh, hate, or love...It's the same battle, the thought that no one will read it, maybe the first few lines and then, voila! GONE!As usual, it could be this scroll-off LinkedIn post but trust me, it is a whole lot more...it is the cries of a lot of writers out there, the zeal to be something more, the zest to be borne into a global family, using words to revolve the already existing revolution, a yearning for applause even if it were just two hands, people to dance into their crazy and swing with them through their emotions, respect for what they do and even if it were just six words: "Hey there, you can do better". Scatter the...But since there are a lot of us, there's a me that's trying to rhyme, me trying to act, me being the moonlight's hero, there's us trying to fit in, there's us wanting some recognition, there's us just pouring oUr hearts on the paper ...Oh! He too is tired of us, tired of me!Don't get tired of yourself, still pick up the pen, and still write. Still, pick up the pen, and cry. Still, pick up the pen, still love. Still, pick up the pen and still keep picking up the pen. Every day, pick up the pen till the world runs out of pens, that's impossible so giving up is impossible.This seems like some sort of diary to me because I'll be the only reader but that's the spree, and in years to come......this post will define most of me 😏