Why We Write
by Devanshu Mehta
Sometimes someone else writes something and it feels as though they’ve pulled it out of your brain. Only it’s so much better, and clearer, than anything you could come up with. Here is American cricket-blogger Matt Becker:
Just last week, she (my wife) tweeted a link to a blog post about how to go about getting paid to do what you love, and it really amped me up about doing something that isn’t my mind numbing, soul sucking job, that there is a path there that I can follow if I want, that will lead me out of this cookie cutter existence does not make me all that happy. Off of the grid, in a way, but still with electricity and high speed Internet. [..]
To take something and put every last ounce of yourself into it. Make it something you are so terribly proud of. And if you can do that, if you can find the time and the means and the idea, then, well, you have accomplished what we are all here for to begin with.
And that brings me back to this blog. Despite the factual errors, and the lapses in posting, and the god awful typos (I am actually an above average speller), I am really quite proud of this silly little blog, and I really feel it could be the one thing that I do, that I make perfect, that I put everything into, that I sacrifice for.
Read the whole thing. I couldn’t figure out which passage to quote. I meant to link to this earlier, but really, I couldn’t figure out which part to quote.
Wow. Thank you.