The truth is, there are many days, I feel as if the words I write don’t matter.
I feel as if they are written in vain.
I feel as if they will never have their intended impact.
I feel as if they have already been better written by somebody else.
And so I want to quit.
I want to quit writing words that uplift.
I want to quit writing words that encourage.
I want to quit writing words that inspire.
I just want to quit.
I want to quit finding creative ways to communicate my message.
I want to quit believing that my words are worth reading.
I want to quit trying.
I want to quit being a writer altogether.
It’s just too time consuming.
It’s just too mind involving.
It’s just too…risky.
But it’s in those moments when I’m trying to convince myself that my words aren’t necessary, when I realize:
I can’t quit writing.
I can’t quit on the talent that I’ve been called to share.
I can’t quit on the ability that I’ve been created to express.
I can’t quit on the gift that I’ve been commissioned to give.
You see, writing is not just something I can choose to do or not do.
Writing, is my responsibility.
And if you call yourself a writer, it’s your responsibility too.