Dear Me

Dear Me,

         I struggle with my passion. All of my life I felt as though writing was like air to me; if I did not write, I could not live. But I often ask myself, "How am I alive?", because I have never truly embraced my passion. I have never worked hard to improve myself in this craft and because I have been neglectful, my ability has all but withered away.

          I feel ashamed. I feel as though I have let down a friend, because I really want to make something of this, but I cannot bring myself to work towards anything meaningful in it. I'm not looking to make money from this, because that's not the kind of love this is. I have many stories in my heart that I want to tell the world, but I do not know how to effectively string together the words to make that story worthy of anyone else's eyes. I don't know the recipe to captures a reader's attention; I only know what is in my heart, but that is not enough.

         As you know, I don't like having New Year's Resolution, because I feel it places too much pressure on me, but for the sake of my love of writing, I will make one. My only resolution is that I, we, put forth the effort. We work hard to make something of this passion of writing.

         There are hundred of resources available to us, so we will take advantage of them and improve our craft so that we may, one day, change lives with the stories we tell. I know you're scared, because I am too, but I know we can do this. We just have to always stay focused on our goals and keep an image of what the future might hold if we continue to work hard. I'm very proud of you and, more importantly, I love you.

Michael

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