The other day I was asked whats my profession in the back of a taxi cab. I repeated myself three times thinking at first the driver couldn’t hear me. The third time I told him my profession, he laughed in his throat and said in an accent, “Writing that’s no career.”
I roll my eyes in annoyance as he drives along so angry that people judge you for pursuing your dreams, thinking that they know who would go further in the professional world.
I know there are those out there who constantly try to knock others down all because they couldn’t make their own dreams come true. Either out of fear, or to be pompous, they just think they already know what the out come is going to be.
Gigantic failure that’s what’s running through their minds, and that it would all be just a waste of time.
Personally I find those who can’t dream, refuse to dream, too scared to pursue their dreams, or who laugh at others for chasing personal happiness are the ones who fail in the end.
I feel bad for those who do fail in that sense but I know that wouldn’t help them, so I move on and forward, keep running daring to dream, yeah that’s about 99% of being a writer.
Being a trailblazer, a role model to the youngsters who look up to me, and a fighter because that’s just what I’m supposed to be.
Writers, yeah we take the criticism and turn it into art that’ll go on to be something big in the future, cause we artists who continue to thrive through all adversity.