Writing constantly until you Find me
Art Finds Its Audience—Eventually
Not everybody would get that you left a high-paying job to work at a pastry shop, because that’s where your heart is. To knead and bake and make people smile every morning.
Not everyone will clap because you ditched your executive position to mold clay or paint jars.
People would probably laugh at you for doing that. I won't blame them; I’ll probably laugh at you too.
You’ve probably encountered those videos, with titles like: “I left my six-figure job to live in the woods”, or “Why I left my corporate position for something else.” It’s uncommon to do such a thing, because why? Why would someone in this economy do something like that?
I don’t know either, I haven’t had any job that pays me that much. But those who get it, will probably say: Why not? Who wouldn't? Why would I stay and stress myself out for a price?
Only they could answer that, those people, whose happiness are found somewhere else. Not in the status they achieved, not in the amount of money they made.
“Those” people’s decisions were made without our permission. And they don’t care what you and I think or say.
The happier they are with those decisions, the less they need us to be.
The more right it feels to them, the less they need it to make sense to us.
And oddly enough, after seeking their own paths, it enabled them to find the right people, those who get it too, the ones who are happy, and applauded them for doing it.
In my own way, I kind of “get it”.
At first, I thought I was weird for writing; that writing is no longer cool, something old-fashioned, a thing of the past.
Not a lot of people read nowadays, they often find the answers they need through ChatGPT or Reddit.
So, I wrote quietly, anonymously, for a bit. I didn’t tell anyone what I was doing, but in doing so, something strange happened.
The more I wrote, the more people took notice. This time, the right people revealed themselves and found me; supported and watched me grow even just a little. I kept going even when no one was watching, no one was reading. Eventually, more people found their way to my work.
Then I realized something, that some, if not most, had been there for me all along.
That’s how it works, with everything, a matter of fact.
If you want to go for a run, just go for it, go alone if you must; a running buddy isn't what you need right now. Sooner or later, on your sixth, tenth, or thirtieth run, like-minded individuals will come your way, and then you will have found your tribe.
Move towards the very things that move you; that's how you meet your people, and that’s how you reveal yourself to them.
The people you meet in your journey are the very people you needed at that point in your life. Remember, you aren't the only one trying to find answers here; you were also placed there for them to encounter, and you were meant to be there for each other.
Most of the time, people ask, What do I write about? I sometimes don’t know how to respond, but when I do, I give them the generic answer: I write about you and myself.
I am more interested in talking about the process of creating my art rather than the meaning of it. When I create, I hardly know where it’s going; I don’t always have a full picture, sometimes I don’t have answers, only questions.
I write to figure things out.
It gets drawn out of me as I go, I rarely write and bang out an article in one seating, and if I did, they’re usually messy and over the top.
Maybe that’s just how I write?
Maybe that’s how amateurs do it?
I am, after all, an amateur. I have yet to unlock other ways to create my art.
Maybe that’s my secret?
Maybe? Maybe not...
But here I am regardless, writing away, running from my corporate and mundane duties, my job is nothing but an alibi, for me to clock in, sit down and write, to take lunch breaks, clock out, just to go write some more.
Maybe one day I’ll make six figures and run away too...we shall see.
For now, I’m just moving towards what feels right, even if it doesn’t make sense to everyone.