As far as I know, we are born with a single purpose in life. Maybe I'm wrong, but it's what I believe. There are some of us who find it and some who don't. We're not always sure what we're doing is right. We just know we need to do it. To me, it feels like a hunter who has picked up a scent and is on the prowl. I'm hunting my own creation and it fights back. There are days when it shreds me to pieces and days when it completes me.
I wish I had been called to be a teacher or a nurse. How much easier and more defined would my life have been that had been my calling? Instead, I sit alone and create worlds, obstacles and events that my characters have no choice but to endure. Constantly lost in a day dream built by my own hand or rather mind, I wonder if anyone will like or even understand what it is I write. Ha ha ha, and if they do, will they sit back and say "You Suck!"
I wait. I write. I read. I wait. I write some more. I read. I wait oh and did I forget to mention write?
There is no other way to think about it. It's a calling. My calling. Now, I wonder if anyone will answer back.
How is such confidence obtained by those who walked around with it oozing out of them like honey? (random thought of the day)
Well, I'm finished rambling now. Thank you for listening. I really do feel introverted today. Not depressed, just quiet, not sure why.