Write bad
You have certainties in the past you know
Days when everything will seem pointless.
When everything you’ve done so far will seem like a waste of time.
Days when you feel you can’t move forward. Hands in your pockets, watching a falling object, hoping the fall will last as long as possible, because in that arc of gravity you remain suspended in time.
They will surely arrive.
But you always write. Write with malice. Write meanly, the hard point on the paper, the sans serif font on a black background.
Write without expecting anything from anyone, without other people’s expectations to satisfy.
Don’t use sweet words. You don’t have to convince anyone that you’re there.
You are there even before you write.
Don’t let nighttime thoughts take over your day.
Don’t think about who will read you. Think about who has read you. Write for them, even if they’ve never shown up.
You have to give them space. He too has his own time, his own nights to fulfill, his own gravitational arcs to fight against.
He needs to be heard. And the listener always wins over the speaker.
You must trust him. He will come. Sure. I promise.
And then, keep your faith in what you’ve done.
You may have already achieved the results weeks and months ago, but they are slow to manifest.
Look for them where they are, not where you think they might be.
You have certainties in the past you know, not in the future you’ve never experienced.
There will be days when you just don’t feel like it.
Days when everything will seem pointless.
When everything you’ve done so far will seem like a waste of time.
Days when you feel you can’t move forward. Hands in your pockets, watching a falling object, hoping the fall will last as long as possible, because in that arc of gravity you remain suspended in time.
They will surely arrive.
But you always write. Write with malice. Write meanly, the hard point on the paper, the sans serif font on a black background.
Write without expecting anything from anyone, without other people’s expectations to satisfy.
Don’t use sweet words. You don’t have to convince anyone that you’re there.
You are there even before you write.
Don’t let nighttime thoughts take over your day.
Don’t think about who will read you. Think about who has read you. Write for them, even if they’ve never shown up.
You have to give them space. He too has his own time, his own nights to fulfill, his own gravitational arcs to fight against.
He needs to be heard. And the listener always wins over the speaker.
You must trust him. He will come. Sure. I promise.
And then, keep your faith in what you’ve done.
You may have already achieved the results weeks and months ago, but they are slow to manifest.
Look for them where they are, not where you think they might be.
You have certainties in the past you know, not in the future you’ve never experienced.