So last night, I wrote this email to one of the writers I admire.
I hate you.
I keep stumbling upon your blogs for some reason. Each and every time, the “what if” about pursuing my passion gets re-ignited. I’m too comfortable with the security I have in my life right now that I can come up with excuses to not take another shot at things that give my heart wings.
I love writing and speaking.
I have a “9-5” job working as a _____________. I don’t have the luxury of time to work on things that inspire me.
I run out of ideas on what to __________ or _______ about.
I’m insecure and worry about what _________ would think or say about my opinions/thoughts.
I only have a fair command of the _________.
I am fascinated about __________, _________, _________, ________ and helping/teaching others what I know but I don’t have a degree on any of these.
Yet, time and again, I dream about becoming “that ________”, “that ________”. This unfulfilled desire leaves a hole in my heart,
A dent in my life, in my own person, that makes me feel like I’m not living “me”.
I don’t believe pursuing these things will give me a sense of security that I sort of value too.
But you, you are living your dream, my dream. And you’re being true to you, and you’re happy, and you’re creating an impact on the lives of people you don’t even know.
I wish I could be you. I wish I have your wisdom. I wish I have your courage.
Frustrated as to where I am right now, I just ______________________.
I’m desperate. I think I am. Where and how do I go from here? I’m half way through and very much aware that life is slipping away.
Apologies for the “redacted” parts. I think I’m not ready at all to be completely vulnerable. But I think you get the sense of frustration I am in. If you’re in this state too, isn’t it comforting to know that It’s not a lonely world for you? Somewhere out there or here, someone else is stuck at a corner, not sure if the right thing to do next is to just turn.
Frustration is good. It helps you see how badly you’re unhappy of what’s happening now, and probably of where things are heading. Unhappy in a sense that, what you see, may not always be the truth that you’ve always known.
Someone once told me that in life, sometimes it’s not about knowing the answers, It’s about what you do with what you’ve come to know.
So my friend, what is it that you’ve been wrestling with? Chances are, you already have the answers. You’re just scared of what it’s gonna take.
I am scared too, and yet, here I am.