I told my closest friend the other day that the more I like my own writing it seems the less other people like it. This is far from true since I really absolutely adore my writing and I am the only one who reads it.
His response was interesting to me as he stated that the problem is I think I need to be famous. My response to that was interesting as well when I said my problem is that I don’t want to die in obscurity one day like everybody else.
I know the real problem is the lack of effort I put into sharing my writing with others, which is the same lack of effort I put into sharing my thoughts with every human being I come into contact with. I share emotions not thoughts.
I used to share thoughts. I could tell you all the negative things I ever heard and who I heard it from but I can’t tell you where good tales come from without trying to make them my own.
It is better to be lifted by positivity than brought up by the pain of the past. If I have to remember all the negativity I’ve faced over the years every time I remember a face, there is no wonder why I wear a mask or change faces.
There are too many of you out there talking all at once until you expect me to know a little less than what you’re putting down.
Pain is what you get when you seek fame from the faces of your past.
Francis Erich McElroy 