Is it arrogant to think my writings are interesting enough to be shared? Am I presumptuous to believe my thoughts are valuable? Is it selfish to feel like voice matters?
I’m inexperienced. I don’t have a writing background. I hated books until I was 16. I’m not intelligent, nor wise. I lack discipline. I overthink. I hesitate when making decisions. I’m not confident. I’m always skeptical. I ask too many questions. I struggle maintaining relationships. Consistency is my greatest enemy.
And yet, why do I think my writings provide value? Why should I be the one writing instead of someone else with a better writing style or more experience? What credibility do I have to begin with?
I have none. But I believe my ideas are worth pursuing.
As selfish as it sounds, there is no one in the world who can realize my dreams better than me.
So, I will accumulate more experiences. I will continue writing. I will read more books. I will become more disciplined. I will do more, and accept the outcome of my decisions. I will appear more confident, and learn to trust others. I will keep asking questions.
And I will turn my greatest enemy into my greatest ally.
I’ll risk being arrogant; it’s better than the alternative.
Here’s my inspiration for the day.