Am I a failure because I can't convince anyone of anything?
I suppose I would be if picked sales as a way to making a life but I didn't. I picked the life of a writer as a way to make a living.
As a writer I get to fully expression my thoughts and ideas without the need to talk anyone into anything and without the need for anyone to approve of my writings. I write because writing makes me very happy. The money I make from my writings is a bonus, it is icing on my cake.
I actually find the idea of trying to talk people into anything seriously repulsive. The thought of talking people into anything makes me want to throw up. I am not sure why I feel that way, maybe it came from my childhood where people talked me into many things that ultimately made my life miserable. Maybe it came from being talked into buying too many products and services that did not deliver what they promised. Maybe it came from people controlling me by talking me into doing things that I really didn't want to do. It doesn't matter why. What matters is that convincing people of anything isn't my cup of tea while writing is my banana split, the greatest enjoyment and pleasure of my life.
I wrote for a long time before I made a penny from my writings. And if I didn't make any money from my writings from this day forward I would continue to write. Why? Because writing gives me what money could never buy me and that is my happiness. 🌝
I suppose I would be if picked sales as a way to making a life but I didn't. I picked the life of a writer as a way to make a living.
As a writer I get to fully expression my thoughts and ideas without the need to talk anyone into anything and without the need for anyone to approve of my writings. I write because writing makes me very happy. The money I make from my writings is a bonus, it is icing on my cake.
I actually find the idea of trying to talk people into anything seriously repulsive. The thought of talking people into anything makes me want to throw up. I am not sure why I feel that way, maybe it came from my childhood where people talked me into many things that ultimately made my life miserable. Maybe it came from being talked into buying too many products and services that did not deliver what they promised. Maybe it came from people controlling me by talking me into doing things that I really didn't want to do. It doesn't matter why. What matters is that convincing people of anything isn't my cup of tea while writing is my banana split, the greatest enjoyment and pleasure of my life.
I wrote for a long time before I made a penny from my writings. And if I didn't make any money from my writings from this day forward I would continue to write. Why? Because writing gives me what money could never buy me and that is my happiness. 🌝
Frederick Zappone
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