I haven't given it much thought until recently. Have I really tried to be what I want to be - a writer? Granted I've applied for creative jobs, but with each rejection, I change my course, look for something else and invariably end up with a job that's not that bad, but not something I want. I've always been the type that believe it's alrite, I will get something better. But have I truly tried? Do I dare say that I've given my best shot, done all that I can, exhausted avenues and connections? No. I can't say that. So when I sit down with my friends, catching up on who's doing what and where and feel like the least successful person at the table, who else is there to blame but myself?
Yeah, I do crib from time to time about the lack of love in my life. While I can't do anything about that,I can do something about this. I can't change the past, but I can sure change the future. So I have promised myself that I will go all out, reach outside my box and do all that I can do to achieve this dream of mine. I will be bold and be strong, talk to people and listen to people. By hook or by crook, I will get there, or at least die trying.