Deep down, I always knew I was meant to be a writer.
I’ve always preferred journaling and reading books to playing hide-and-seek or, later, going clubbing, with my friends.
I’ve always had stories and characters swirling around in my head, begging me to make them come alive on paper.
I’ve always been shy and tongue-tied but when I write, inspiring words that move people to do the impossible come out.
The Universe could not shout it any louder: GIORGIA, YOU’RE MEANT TO BE A WRITER!
Yet, I resisted my calling for so long.
You can’t make money writing, I told myself. Even established writers do it on the side.
No one will read your books or blogs. Why bother?
Critics will tear your work to pieces. Can you take it?
Can you take working away for years, pouring your heart into a project only to see it miserably flop?It's easy to do something when you know you cannot fail, but how can you bring yourself to do it when failure looks like the most likely option?
For the longest time, I couldn’t.
Taking The Easy Way Out
I never expected to be the next JK Rowling. But I want my words to be read. I want my message to reach people and inspire them to change their lives.
It’s why I do everything I do. It’s why I spend hours toiling away in my bedroom in front of a computer. It’s why I bleed my emotions onto the blank page.
It’s only natural to want to share this work with others. To have it spread like wildfire. To touch as many people as possible.
The sad truth is that most of the time, this never happens.
You create the most amazing thing and no one cares. Why should you care?
I’m not ashamed to say I took the easy way out.
I set aside my pen and paper and started looking for a “real” job. If I couldn’t fulfil my mission, then I may just as well do something worthwhile with my time.
Because if you’ve got nothing to show for all your hard work, then you’re made to feel like it’s not really worth your while.
But, I could never hold down any “real” jobs for long. They’ll leave me no spare time for writing or suck all the life out of me, killing my urge to even pick up the pen.
When I can’t write, something inside me dies.When you abandon your passion, life loses all its beautiful colours. It turns into a black and white nightmare you see no way out of.
A real job may bring you lots of money, a beautiful car and a prestigious title. It can make you the envy of all your friends. But if it doesn’t fulfil you, all that doesn’t mean anything.
The Outcome Doesn’t Matter
I had to do it anyway.
Even if no one reads a word of what I write. Even if no one ever visits my blog. Even if there’s no guarantee of success.The outcome doesn't matter. The work does.
When there’s something inside you that’s begging to come out, you must let it out. You must follow the urge to create even when it’s hard. Even when it feels you’re on your own. Even when no one cares.
Because you care. Because doing what you were meant to do sets your soul on fire. It puts the colours back into your life. It makes you happy and fulfilled.
Keep the day job if you have to. There’s no shame in that. But don’t give up on your dreams because you feel the outcome is uncertain.
The question is not, “What would you do if you know you can’t fail?”
The question is, “What would you do even if you knew you would 100% fail?”
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Do you have the courage to do it?
Go on, it’ll be fun.
Over to you, now. What do you need to do even if you know you may fail? Let me know in the comments below.