The most i have squeezed out of myself was the very first post i published. An attempt to gain approval of hundreds and thousands and reach a goal of being heard.
The very first. Was just beyond my capacity. It actually meant something to me. Easier to write but harder and harder to post the closer it came to an end. One minute or 30, I forgot, It took that much to be able yo complete it. A small onsignidicant range. Yet those minutes came out pure and raw. It was all me.
Yhe start was a comparison to quotes from twitter or video posts from insta. Such shallowness. A refllection of bravery that would lead to certan death. The anxiety finishing brought with it when all i should have been was proud. Yet first steps are always prideful as long as we got to follow up. Yet consistency becomes harder thw more we move further and further. Leaving mehind ourselves.
Thw 0.01$ that changed mylife. It too has changed. Seems like i got to look back at it and notice others also looking towards it. Who knows where they came. But a tip from here and a tip from there felt good. A tip that pointed at an effort. One that i did. One that i forgot. One that i surpassed.
The further the distance the stronger the feeling towards that $0.01 holding it closer to my heart as i look back and carrying with it the shallowness that got me started towards the deep that is yet to come.