This blog was originally written earlier today (Saturday, March 4, 2017) on my optioneerJM blog on Word Press ~ where I find an atmosphere of support and celebration of original writing among those who write themselves. It is the highest compliment any fledgling writer can have.
Like most of us at the tail end of Baby Boomers while being drowned out by Millennials, we're trying to get ahead. Achieve success, notoriety or acclaim. Subsidize our career choices with our inner voices. To help others, to help ourselves. To exhaust our demons by writing and exhuming scars that life has left on our brains.
Confidence or competence
A struggling battle between what we want to express and be appreciated for our words. So many of us write to right the struggles we have fought, the wars we have lost, the lessons we have learned.
Gratitude: pitiful compensation
We appreciate the acknowledgement by others who are in chained to the common goal: of being paid for our words. What a steep mountain we all climb.
An investment of our spirit
To rattle the consciousness among the crowded noise. Who really embraces our words? Often many. A quiet whisper from the din of others trying to accomplish the same outcome: to be paid for casting our soul out to the masses. Wondering who will hear us?
Pushing water uphill
Like trying to have a bucket big enough to catch a waterfall. We're not journalists or authors. Yet our yearning to be among the best. Clambering for a like to encourage us to write more.
To find meaning
Or mean something to someone in our musings. Not a book author or a magazine pen, we scrawl and scrape our hearts out. Wishing for a pittance of coin.
Thank you among the many
Who have wandered to this blog and scratched a like or a follow from the many options at our disposal. You champion encouragement. Give meaning to this scribe.
Gratitude is richness
It doesn't cost a thing. Keeping spirits attuned to the marvel of comfort that appreciation is free. If it is the only thing you are renowned for, it is the best we can offer. It goes without notice when many would rather rant and rave.
Quieten the ego
For the ego has no place in the sanctuary of sharing knowledge, helping others be better than they'd dream. We can rise above the corruption, violence, pornography of so many empty souls.
Listen to the music
There is poetry for our souls. We are who we pay attention to. We celebrate art over admiration. The beauty is there for us to grasp and hold on to. That is our compensation for staying within our strong morals and relevant treasures.
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