The beauty of life...funny thing about that... life helps, builds up, creates dreams, and picks us up more than once when we fall in our many years.
When we feel unaccomplished, that is our own fault. People now expect praise and rewards when they do something, instead of just simply enjoying the fact that they accomplished something. If you're doing something you love, don't expect praise, they're just ego boosters. If you're doing something and want people to praise you, then you must not love it a lot.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying praise is bad and we should live a life void of it. That is nonsense. I'm just saying that if you truly love to do something, create something, imagine something, then it shouldn't matter what people say to you; good or bad. You do it for yourself, not for other.
I write, because I can watch my dreams come to life. Now they have a heartbeat, a pulse, and many years ahead of them. Sure I feel like I let a person down with my fictional journal now and then, they just can't see what I see or something, I feel like "I could have done better." Then I realize I'm not writing this for them, I'm writing this for me. If they fall in love or fall in hate with my story then so be it. If a child continues to dream well into adulthood after reading something of mine, then that is jut a bonus. But the main thing is, I did it for me. Not to out do someone else, or get praise.
I get pinched, poked, bitten, slapped, and a run for my money. That doesn't stop me. Life is about learning.
OK...so I think I have fulfilled my monthly quota of being deep, meaningful, and completely and irritably cliche. I think I'm good for this month?
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I think I am finished..