You Love The World But The World Hates You

You Love The World But The World Hates You

Reading Time: < 1 minute By Anthony Boyd

You look at yourself through the eyes of another.

You see what they see. What they see is a reflection of how they see themselves.

You can’t see yourself. You’re caught in a tangled web of misconceptions.

But you can’t be in two places at once so you default to their line of sight.

This is where you get your self-pity and contemptuous attitude toward all of your ideas. Your potential to realize the strongest version of yourself.

The good news is that you’re always there waiting for yourself to re-merge with who you truly are.

The being that doesn’t look upon itself with the scornful eyes of others.

It’s all up to you.

The choice has to be made.

Do you continue to default to their lines of sight out of “survival?”

Or do you grow and actualize into what God intended?

Stop Aspiring

Stop Aspiring

Reading Time: < 1 minute By Anthony Boyd

Stop with the aspirations.

You are a writer.

You’re not an aspiring writer.

What ever it is that you do, you do.

You don’t need some third party validation in order for you to be legit.

Where did we get this idea from?

That we need to be exalted in order to be legitimate.

If you write, then guess what? You’re a writer.

Point blank. Period.

I’ve been writing a lot about writing lately because I’ve stepped out of my own little world and looked around.

It’s quite funny, what I see.

I see people in this writers world being pompous because they’ve made a few bucks writing.

I assure you, it’s not that serious.

I thought we were doing this for the craft? When did it become strictly about money?

Yes, I do think writers should be paid for their art.

But let’s not forget that it is art. Once we turn this into a business, you can forget about it being enjoyable anymore.

Fair warning.

Keeping writing.

Your Writing is You’re Writing

Your Writing is You’re Writing

Reading Time: < 1 minute By Anthony Boyd

Every now and again I get fed up with seeing these obnoxious “how to” articles on how to write. It’s similar to the fitness industry dopes we put out cookie cutter programs that lack the specificity trainees need to reach their goal, it’s not for everyone.

Everyone is unique. When it comes to your writing, take into account that YOU ARE writing. Not the writing marketing guru who made $1,000 from their latest Medium article. Or your favorite author, or blogger.

All of these rules for writing will crush your spirit as a writer, especially if you’re writing with the express purpose to make money. Yes, you should be getting paid to write but you don’t have to.

I feel like people saw the opportunity to make money from their craft and decided to offer their integrity up for a few peanuts.

What about the craft?

What about the reason you got into writing in the first place?

My thing is this, find a balance. You can write your stories for you, for the craft. And if you have some other “thing” you’re good at, write about that in all of the marketing format you wish in order to sell whatever it is you wish to sell.

Include the call to actions at the end of the pieces, all the fancy spacing(because apparently single line paragraphs are the shit these days) and whatever else makes the piece marketable.

But at the end of the day, put the writing first.

What It’s Like Living In Transit

What It’s Like Living In Transit

Reading Time: < 1 minute I remember being at a house party back in the day. It was in my home town of The Bronx, my first house party.

I ended up dancing with a girl. FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT.

I couldn’t stop. I wanted to stop. She seemed to be enjoying herself so much. But I stop enjoying myself after the 2nd song. I wanted to sit down.

All I could think about was sitting down. But I didn’t want to offend her. It was internally awkward because I came with my friends and I should have been hanging with them. But I ended up dancing with her for the whole night.

Life is like that. You just keep going and going. Living life in this indefinite purgatory of liminal transit.

But for what? I think that’s what this pandemic/quarantine situation has forced many of us to ask ourselves.

“For what?”