One day it’ll all be worth it:

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One day it’ll all be worth it.

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All the work.

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All the time.

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All the practice.

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All the sacrifice.

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All the effort.

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All the writing.

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It will all be worth it.

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It will be noticed.

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It’ll be seen by more people than I can imagine.

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May not happen in this life.

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But it will happen.

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It can’t not.

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1100 posts since 2021 is no joke.

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You keep up that pace for your life and you’ll have tens of thousands of pieces.

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People want to read someone who’s produced thousands of pieces.

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Some people do.

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And maybe one day, someone will want to read what I’ve written.

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I know they do.

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I know they will.

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I just have to keep working.

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Keep showing up.

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Keep writing.

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Keep creating.

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I do that and it’s done.

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It will get noticed.

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No doubt about it.

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Already has.

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My words have power.

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Too much apparently.

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People actually care what I have to say.

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Even if it’s upsetting.

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Even if they don’t like it.

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They care.

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It matters.

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Can’t have people with different opinions around.

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Can’t have a discussion about it.

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Can’t discuss the contents of what was written.

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But have to take words out of context.

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Then boom, things change.

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Clearly my words matter.

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Clearly people are paying attention.

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But there’s way more than that.

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There are all these ideas and predictions.

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Most of them are wrong.

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But some have come true.

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I have a feeling more will as the future unfolds.

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That’s what I do.

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This writing is to capture my thoughts about the future as we go through it.

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I’m trying to make sense of all of this just as much as you.

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If I do that forever, there’s no way this doesn’t work.

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That this is not successful.

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That people won’t see your work.

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We’re going into a huge AI slop age.

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Where content is being produced infinitely by AI.

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But I know people still want people.

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We want real stories.

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Real ideas.

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Real thoughts.

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Honest opinions.

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Direct.

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No bullshit.

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Tell it like it is.

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That’s what my writing is trying to do.

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Not beat around the bush.

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Get to the point.

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I’ve gotten better at it.

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But still work to do.

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That’s the best part about all of this.

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All this is practice.

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Continuous practice.

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Slow improvements over time.

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I keep practicing and I know.

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I just feel it.

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God has told me.

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One day, this will all be worth it.

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