Forgive the navel gazing, but I got a notification I’ve been writing on here for four years.
There’s 1100 of you who follow me. I’m not sure how many of you are still reading or writing here at all, let alone reading my work.
For those of you who are:
Writing is my purpose, but it’s not always an easy one to walk. I take a tremendous amount of joy in it but it lends itself to external and internal frustrations. It is a constant education across a variety of areas. It’s changed me as much as I’ve changed it, and there are those who would characterise it as a flaw over a virtue.
I would write if no one was reading. If you are, if I’ve entertained you or made you feel something, then it’s all been worth it.
Here’s to another four years, if the platform lasts that long, or becomes extinct.
It’s a rough time for a lot of people, it always has been but art is something we use, whether consuming it or making it, to learn from the bad experiences and celebrate the good.
We’re all just walking one another home. I’ll tell you a story along the way, if you’ll keep walking with me.
2 thoughts on “Four Years”
Four years. The time would have passed anyway, but think for a moment. You have spent it either doing that which deserved documenting, or that which was in some way made more bearable by the documenting. Writing is both your crutch and your weapon. I have always found your words inspirational. In both quality and the sheer quantity. I am still trying to find my way with writing, but I would consider you are the most inspirational writer I have had the pleasure to read. Writers that are on the shelves present a different face to me; they are purely for entertainment. You Matt, present a challenge. You encourage me to produce work that has meaning which extends beyond the time taken to read. So I shall gladly walk your path with you.
Thank you so much. I’m moved by your words and your friendship Shaun
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