I Plan on Being the Last of the Writers on the Planet

Here’s my exact plan you won’t be willing to copy.

Yes, I strive for damn titles.

Last of the Writers is a title. It simply means I am the last writer humanity will see on the planet. Not for wealth. Not for arrogance. For one of a kind at impact.

The goal is to decrease the value of money in my life.

Money is bullshit for the real world. When you find something you deeply care about, money becomes abnormal shit.

Wrap that with this (“Last of the Writers on the Planet”) kinda title and money becomes invisible liability for you.

Then the only thing that matters is: Gently touching people’s interior and reminding them how smarter and kinder they are.

I plan on doing the same, with your support. Here’s how for you, so we get there together.

I’m an idiot.

I can’t somehow stop caring about people. I try, then life throws me something hard to make me realize I stopped caring for people. Everything changes when you start caring again.

One sorry to someone and life feels beautiful again. One thank you to someone and life feels blooming again. One smile because of me and life feels meaningful again. One moment of silence when someone arguing and life feels superpower again. One step with someone during the walk and life feels lively again.

This is addictive. If I can win hearts, I don’t need to win the world. I need money to win the world, I can easily win hearts with words, however — and the heart is bigger than the world, anyway, with no fear of inflation sucking everything someway far far away from you.

I’m going to do this, with you.

Life could be Vine but your impact should be YouTube.

Life is short when you just live it for yourself. When your mission transcends you, life feels bigger than you can hold. This is reality.

Jobs doesn’t even have the value of a shit if you can’t help someone in need. People strive for promotions in a job to give their family a better life. That’s their mission, they say. They miss this: Life is short enough anyways. Don’t make it shorter. Legacy is small acts of kindness people remember when they can’t contact you anymore.

I write for a living < I live to write

People say they write for a living. This makes me sick. I live so I can write.

My job isn’t writing. My job: Giving life to the skeleton that is invisible. In de-cute terms: I give life to the things people see but aren’t observing because of the blindfold that got so adapted to us it is transparent and everything feels just perfect.

The inner core is Bullshitionista.

I don’t get paid unless I can share something valuable or something utterly bullshit. I can share anything I want but my core doesn’t allow me to share everything I want or can. It’s easier nowadays too however, with platforms like Medium.

The world is filled with negative viewpoints already. Those when entered in a negative mind because you are going through some tragedy, messess your head. You nod with agreement. Then that becomes quotes used everywhere so they earn money even though it might not fit in your life in any way and you know that in every way.

The phrase ‘life goes on' means one thing (eg: not knowing what is bitcoin) won’t and can’t stuck you forever…not that other’s lives will go on and you can’t ever move on. Society will tell you the opposite.

I’m *not* gonna edit my thoughts even if Forbes list me at the top richest person in the world for a day.

Writing is thoughts express. Thoughts are current and always changes. Block and capture your thoughts because they have value. If you can write, you have a superpower others crave for. You can block your thoughts and memories and give it a name.

I don’t edit my articles after it is published no matter how many top writers ask to. You don’t need to. I edit only something when if not edited it becomes a negative impression for the publication or the editor of that publication I got published in.

The worst part was I was pushing my family apart.

The good news is now I won’t have to. I was pushing my family away from me to make it big in writing. I thought I need big numbers (followers, money) to show my worth so I was working harder than ever. Keeping my family safe from everything and making one person’s life better every day is the goal now. Big numbers are shitty dreams that decreases your happiness number in gradual order. I just realized this.

Live for people that are real and right here. That’s my mantra now. You become humble when you get old. That’s my goal now. I want to act old so I won’t ever get old.

Even seeing a person’s dimple after your action is one of the best feelings ever, you know that. “How’s your day going, dude?” is impact. Impact means influencing. Influence is invisible. You never know how or what way it happened. That’s beautiful.

Quality over quantity is bullshit.

Quality is subjective. “Quality over quantity” — those words rhyme so people use it anyway without knowing why they feel right. Rhythm always feeling right. My theme is rhymth: What I feel right now and what is my worldview and I will share it without fearing (how it will be perceived or do) it.

Money is in the tree nowadays, anyway.

Money isn’t the goal anymore.

I first wanted to earn money from writing because I’m 17 and if I don’t have a proof of success, I can’t ever get out of the rat race. Then, when writing got the top of my mind because I can’t live without writing, money felt unnecessary: I felt I have the power to fight every battle that come my way without notice. Then things changed: I found a bigger mission. I wanted to earn money to support a bigger mission, an startup that saves people time and provides food, shelter, education to every unprivileged person in the world with all the revenue.

Now no creators will starve anyway. NFTs are here. Web3 is right here. New tech is coming. Everything is coming. Cryptocurrency is a blessing, man. (I am not into any of it however.)

I will teach you how to *die*

I experiment like crazy. I don’t fear. I don’t have anything to lose. If I go to jail I can still talk there. If I get to talk, I will impact, period.

What I know, I share. Everyone teaches you how to live, not how to die. I plan my death from now. Last of The Writers is a title I can be proud to tell my family on my deathbed. I want to die cool.

If I can make my heart bigger than my thoughts, I win.

I am already getting there

When you can reply positively to a editor rejecting you, you already won.

People lose their coolness with 90 rejections in a row. I reply every rejection message with a thank you (different versions each time). These slowly build up in some way. People miss that.

Damn, it’s hard. One rejection by a publication shatters everything. The ability to get exposure to be mass helpful for a mass audience in a massively small amount of time feels over. This kills the dream.

I stopped replying to comments a few days. Something felt off I didn’t know what. I would watch the (all cool) comments and not respond. Yesterday I started replying the comments again. This was the thing that was missing. Replying comments can make you feel like being meaningful again.

I thought writing is typing words. Writing is typing words coming from heart because you believe in it. I might steal but I want to write from heart what I believe.

My common reply to every Medium post I read is: I love you [name]. Unless they are pissed off by my love you, I won’t stop. My love isn’t cheap but special for someone special. They will know. Without knowing.

Format the article like I am born yesterday.

I want to be known as: The one who can experiment but add value every day with always a one line.

Format the article like crazy. Write what others fear. Monetizing is last goal. One positive message is everything. I just need one reader. You are afraid they might die. Let you words be the reason they don’t.

I format my articles different way every day. Sometimes I tag people with link, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I use quotes, sometimes I don’t.

I’ll be the last person they will come to.

I plan on clickbaiting people into happiness. Do so much research your readers won’t have to search something else anymore is my goal.

Transparent and specific, it got rare. I’ll make it my rare speciality.

In a Tim Denning’s post, sister Aamna I. Rizvi once commented: “Reading instant coffee.” My articles will be that.

My goal is they will know what to do right after reading my post, doesn’t matter if they don’t act right away. They might be going through trauma, someone might have died, they might be afraid they couldn’t brush today. But they can start working when the problem gets trending in their life because they’ll know the process now.

100% free content, but no and zero boringness.

Graciousness and gratitude will be in my DNA from now. I will never be demotivated with writing doesn’t matter what happens. And I’ll give away 100% of my contents for free.

Look into a reader’s eyes and honestly help them with your words, Writer Tim Denning says that. I will do that: Share valuable contents freely and generously.

I spend around two hours for every feature image, if needed now, inspired by Tim. Earlier I used to spend just three seconds. Now I don’t want to be boring in any sort, form or way. Not even in the feature image or CTA (if any).

People give the skelton so that they can sell you the mutton later. I want to give you the full body for free. Currently I write under Medium paywall so I can verify the possibility.

I want to be The Human. They didn’t ever see. More and more human. Inspiring stuff…got rare. It got very rare. I’ll try to change that.

Sprinkle personality. Personality is everything. It seperates you from the bloody crowd. My writing should blow their mind because they learned something deep. They should be delighted once they are done reading. They’ll get a detailed plan and inspired. That is my goal.

My parents don’t know I write on Medium.

I don’t write to show, I write to make you think.

Give away more of the credit.

I’ll give away more credit than I deserve to get. Shah Rukh Khan says he has to always convince himself because he know he is not good enough. I am the same.

He also says “It’s nice to look 20 years of body of work and hope to cross that.” So I’ll now choose a senior writer who had a large body of work, learn from them and hope to cross them and make them proud.

I know this: We are always close than we think we are.

You can do anything. Trust that. And it happens. It just happens. You’ll succeed.

“Sacrificing the time, energy, and battles you have in your mind will make you smile; you just have to write for long enough to experience it.” — Tim Denning

This is the goal:

My article headline will make you day. My feature image section will melt your heart. My story will put chills down your spine and make you crave for more.

The fun part is figuring it out: How to win hearts. I think I have figured it out: Just be human, man. Inspire or be helpful. The goal. My new persona is this: Human who has a child inside but skin of adult reality.

This post is an accountability post for me to keep going when I feel like quitting. You do something and you do something that carries the purpose. Both are not the same thing. When your work contains a purpose, magic happens.

Write what my audience are feeling but can’t speak out loud. Dream a little, then inspire them to do the same. I repeat: This is my plan.

Pain becomes a goal when you have a purpose (inspiring people for action). This is a detailed and in-depth plan. Will steal nine minutes of your time but give you nine lifetimes of happiness and satisfaction. This is a guideline I will follow to not reach a destination I strive to reach for. People stop working harder when they succeed. When you reach somewhere, the journey ends. I don’t want a destination in my journey.