I wanted to share a story about my life that I haven’t told anybody before. I hope that this inspires you to not only chase a dream but be yourself. This doesn’t matter what your dream is, but in my experience it happens to be writing.
It’s no secret that when I was a kid growing up, I always wanted to be a writer and nobody ever believed in me. Friends, family, all I ever heard was how lazy I was and how I would never go anywhere in life. I shared that many times before and I apologize for repeating but I want to REALLY talk about the full story of my life and share my experience with you guys, that I have never told before. I sacrificed many things to perfect my craft. I gave up girlfriends, friends, family. While they were out partying and living in a cycle of a dead end job they hated and drinking so much that they didn’t remember any of it, I stayed in a little corner. Writing, thinking. While they talked to their friends about how much better they were than me cause they were having “fun” I was having my own fun writing about the things I felt, The things I cared about. I knew who my real friends were and a lot of them were just as big of phonies as the people who tried to hire me and buy my work later on.
I also had a passion for acting and took acting classes, and even though I stopped acting, it prepared me for the world of writing. It taught me to embrace the character and embrace the story I told in that piece of writing. Years went by and I started this little blog and all those people came back and said how there was no point of me doing it because nobody would ever read my blogs except a few people I knew in real life. I’ve never been one to give up at anything and I sure as hell was never one to be something I’m not and when some of those people told me I needed to be like this or be like that, it was a spit in my face. I worked harder than ever to do what I knew I was the best at. As arrogant as that might sound, I believe it to be true. I agree I am not the best technical writer, grammar and punctuation is not my strongest area. However, when it comes to creativity NOBODY is better than I am and I will take those words to my grave! I said it since I was a kid and even when those people laughed at me and judged me I knew that one day I’d do this for a living. I went days without food, water, and even sleep trying to become even better than I knew I was.
Eventually I started to get lots of views and likes and comments. I was told how I inspired people and that was the moment where I knew my life would change forever. I started to get musicians, actors, models reading my blogs and that was the moment where all the critics vanished. I don’t hear those negative things anymore from them because they knew I was happy and I made a good living doing something I loved. I got to meet the people I grew up idolizing, I got autographs from them, I even started to get some people meeting me and talking about a blog I wrote.
Along the road, I’ve had offers from people to “buy me” or they wanted to “hire me” and that doesn’t mean in any way that I’m some millionaire and people are lining up. No, but people/businesses who liked my writing wanted me to work for them or write for them and get paid WAY more money than I make right now. If I had said yes to some, or even all, of those people I can guarantee I wouldn’t need to work a regular full time job. I gave them the finger. Why on earth would I do that? Because they wanted to give me a script on what to say for myself. I’m known for saying what’s on my mind and whether people praise me or send me threats (yes, I’ve had both on many occasions) I am not gonna change who I am for anybody. Nobody knows what goes on in my head and if somebody else wrote MY story they’d be wrong every single time. I do what I want and say what I want because that’s what makes me as creative as I am today. I’d much rather be making pennies and eating one meal a day and sleeping one hour a day being happy with my own work than living like a king, being known as a fake for the rest of my life. Maybe not to others but certainly to myself. I wouldn’t even be able to look at myself in the mirror if someone else gave me a “guideline” on how my mind works.
The moral of this story is to fight for what you believe in. No matter how many obstacles and temptations are thrown at you, always remember where you came from. I certainly do and I’m the living definition of success. Not because of how big my audience is or how much money I make. I’m success because I never gave up doing something I loved and it paid off.
Best wishes, from a writer.