What Really Matters

I have stopped romanticizing the idea of pursuing a career in writing. For the longest time, I wanted to share my words with the world. Off-lately, I've come to realize that i don't really have much to offer. What I thought was passion, was a phase, which passed away. Reading is imperative for a writer and I hardly do it. It is the most basic exercise but i just don't feel like doing it. I have been advised so many times, by friends, family and even colleagues, to let go of the lethargic attitude and focus on the task at hand. But, those words fell on deaf ears. For the record, I am a journalist. But this was not a deliberate choice; it was more a twist of fate.  This realization alone explains a lot about my current state of mind. I remember reading once that 'when we set sail in search of our life's work, we must first look for passion. Not fame or rewards or riches, but a willingness to quietly do our work'. It appears my search is far...

 I am writing this post just for the sake of writing. I haven't written anything for a while now and I don't know why. Maybe i am suffering from writer's block. It is funny though as i don't consider myself a writer yet. I think I haven't written anything worthy enough which will put me in that category. There is always voice inside, whispering, 'you're not good enough' and it troubles me to a lot. I believe, satisfaction is what eludes me. Having said that, I find it extremely difficult to write something new and it bothers me immensely. Why is it so difficult to write something original and refreshing. I was told that a good reader is a good writer. However, in my experience, I have come across people who devour books but still write poorly. It gets really confusing at times. You feel like you are stuck. Anyways, who am i to judge. After-all, I am just a passerby who is looking for answers, wondering what will take to make mark in this field. Th...