Keep on going and taste the stars.

As much as I love to write, I don’t really think I’m headed into that kind of direction.

Yes, I love pouring out my thoughts and transcending my ideas through words but I just can’t seem to see myself pursuing writing as a career. It’s just something I enjoy to do and I don’t want it be anything else but. One thing I really hate is being forced into making an opinion piece about something remotely uninteresting in my perspective and I think that if I make a career out of this hobby of mine, I don’t think I’d pull it off. Not one bit. And not to mention I don’t have the guts to survive the tough competition that the real world has to offer.

There are lots of successful freelance, creative, editorial and other writers that make it big but the ugly truth is that there are more starving ones.

Call me pathetically realistic and boring but I’ve mulled this over multiple times already and I really can’t grasp the image of myself devoting every spare time I have into making sure I meet deadlines and requests and offers and other whatnot.

I see myself writing for myself.

Selfish, I know. But I can’t help being like this.