The Truth is…
Maybe It’s Poetry, Maybe It’s My Quarter-Life-Crisis
The truth is, I wish I understood the key to success. I wish I had the marketing background that gives me the skills to write something that everyone wants to read. I want to write something that inspires and connects to the heart of my readers, something that makes them want to come back for more.
The truth is, I want to find that writer. Of course, I find inspiration from those that I follow online, from authors of books that I love to read, from the conversations I have with friends and loved ones. Still, I wish I had a writing friend or mentor or — God?— that would give me all the answers.
The truth is, I want to go back to my old career. I want to sing and make music for a live audience. I want to travel the world. And that is what I want to write about.
The truth is, all I can write about now is my past. Yes, I can do research, I can work on writing for the average reader, I can work harder at finding publications that like and understand my voice. I can fit into the box. Or work to think beyond that box. If I really wanted to, I could dig deep down and find the strength to work on myself and to build something new.
The truth is, all I am currently writing about is this distant experience. I am pulling from anything I can grasp from the back of my mind.
The truth is, I am trying.
The truth is, I am struggling.
The truth is, I am not alone. And there are many more people struggling much more than I am.
The truth is, I need to pull myself out of this moment of darkness, this pit of confusion or regret or — dare I say — writer’s block. I want to be curious, to inspire, to love, to feel, to learn, to laugh.
The truth is, that last paragraph made me a 20-something-hipster-wanderer cliche. Which I can definitely laugh about.
The truth is, I can do this. I can do this alone or with a new community I’m yearning to find. I am young and new and naive. I have so much to learn. I have hope for a world that I never would be able to imagine, but one I will experience in order to understand.
The truth is, I am ready for an exciting change, for this moment of vulnerability, for new hands to reach out and hold onto.
The truth is, it will happen inevitably.
The truth is…Well, I think you get my point.
