I need to write more

I need to write more:

I need to write more.

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I feel like I’m not doing enough.

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Not writing enough.

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Not getting enough of my thoughts on paper.

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This is from a guy who is on day 2107 of his journal.

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And is ten or so blog posts away from publishing 1000 in 3.5 years.

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I feel like I need to write more.

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Why I am sharing this?

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To explain how I think.

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To explain how I operate.

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To explain why I am the way I am.

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Even those you see are the most successful, they’re plagued by this inability to sit still and be comfortable with what they’ve done.

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They have to keep going.

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They just have to.

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Kobe was like that.

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Jordan was like that.

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Brady was like that.

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Lebron is like that.

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You can’t stop.

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I can’t stop.

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I will write till the day I die.

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That is a promise.

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Whether anyone reads my stuff or not is not up to me.

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I cannot control that.

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I cannot control if anyone likes what I write.

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I cannot control if any of my words will have impact.

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I cannot control how people perceive my words.

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That is not up to me.

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I can control my effort.

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I can control my time.

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I can control my writing.

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Most of these are ramblings.

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Ideas that don’t flow.

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Words taken out of context.

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Subjects combined that shouldn’t be.

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Yet I don’t care.

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This makes me happy.

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This keeps me sane.

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This gives me an outlet I will never let go.

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That’s what writing should be for you.

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An outlet.

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A way to get words out of your mind.

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Whether they’re good or not.

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Whether anyone will read them or not.

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It’s not in the writing for others that you get fulfillment.

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But it’s in the writing for yourself.

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It’s in the understanding of your thinking.

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Of your mind.

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Of the ideas that you can’t seem to explain.

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That’s the point of writing.

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Maybe one day people will care what I have to say.

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Maybe they won’t.

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All I know is I will never stop.

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I’m approaching my thousandth post in 3.5 years.

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1000 blog posts is mind-boggling to me.

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My goal in 2021 was 100.

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Now I sit here a few years later with much more than that and a confirmation of what I will do forever.

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I’m never going to stop.

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Whether you like it or not.

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I’ve done so much and yet it feels so little.

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Thought of this when I read that Albert Camus wrote 900 love letters to one of his lovers over a decade on top of all the other writing he did.

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I don’t even feel close to that.

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So it’s time to keep going.

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I need to write more.

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