A lot of things have been going on lately, some are good, some are bad. But that's the circle of life, isn't it? Some people will always try to get you down, and there are some others at the end of the line that will support you no matter what. I'm trying to strike that balance.
The thing is, I don't really care what people think of me. Whether you see me as a bad person, a good person, or whatever it is, I try my best to not let labels get to me. I don't see myself as labeled, which is why I find it really hard to describe myself with words - because I'm not defined by them. A human being is always so complex. So complicated that one word doesn't always describe them, and that one word will always be at odds with each other because sometimes we contradict ourselves under special circumstances.
I don't really mind what others say about my work either. Whether they like my books, or they don't, because I know that although one part of me writes and dedicates my soul to words and my beloved readers, the rest writes for me. I write because I want to, because I can't help it, because I need to, and because I'm writing for me. Besides, art in every single possible form, is a matter of taste. You and I will have different preferences, and you don't have to like it in order to appreciate it.
No, this isn't a vent-up anger blog post. And I'm not mad. I'm just trying to place some sense into my own cluttered brain and understand myself a little more.
So that's just my random musing of the day.
The thing is, I don't really care what people think of me. Whether you see me as a bad person, a good person, or whatever it is, I try my best to not let labels get to me. I don't see myself as labeled, which is why I find it really hard to describe myself with words - because I'm not defined by them. A human being is always so complex. So complicated that one word doesn't always describe them, and that one word will always be at odds with each other because sometimes we contradict ourselves under special circumstances.
I don't really mind what others say about my work either. Whether they like my books, or they don't, because I know that although one part of me writes and dedicates my soul to words and my beloved readers, the rest writes for me. I write because I want to, because I can't help it, because I need to, and because I'm writing for me. Besides, art in every single possible form, is a matter of taste. You and I will have different preferences, and you don't have to like it in order to appreciate it.
No, this isn't a vent-up anger blog post. And I'm not mad. I'm just trying to place some sense into my own cluttered brain and understand myself a little more.
So that's just my random musing of the day.
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