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and are having a hard time coming to terms with it. Maybe you want to write, figuratively or literally, a new chapter. Perhaps you want to rewrite your story entirely. Maybe that’s why you’re reading this in the first place</p><h2 id="0903">Cosmic Fate/ The Void</h2><figure id="d408"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*T3O4Sw0MYbWEcPf_htFehQ.jpeg"><figcaption>I stare into the void when I think about paying for the premium version of Pexels or Unsplash. <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/silhouette-of-man-standing-on-hallway-399772/">Photo by Vojtech Okenka from Pexels</a></figcaption></figure><p id="5bbf">Stare deeply into the void. What is it you feel in your breast? Sheer panic, for the world as you know it is nothing. A meaningless simulation. A facsimile of a a replica of a reproduction.</p><p id="6396">You hope to pierce the veil of reality. Maybe if you stare harder, you think. Maybe if you close your eyes and wish it away — it will all disappear.</p><p id="8a89">Maybe if you sit with the terror, it will depart. Like an old friend over tea. Perhaps you will discuss the latest “Typset Magazine” with your friend. And then, a surge. They utter one word: “Lobster”. The fog of ‘reality’ gives way to the ever cycling, whirling void.</p><p id="c27f">You feel ill, but you can’t empty the contents of your bowels because they don’t exist. Your body quakes in fear, but you remain perfectly still.</p><p id="a742">The only clarity you can muster is the slow realization that there is no one anywhere on any plane of existence — not even you. You are bound to the will of the cyclonic void despite all of your machinations. You are the vassal of nothingness, yet you are unable to offer supplication. The void makes no demands, offers no answers, and communicates nothing.</p><p id="3ca2">That’s what you think is happening in that swirling mass of neurotransmitter molecules bridging your synaptic cleft, anyway. The grass <i>always </i>seems greener on the other side, but you’ve all the necessary tools to push forward.</p><

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h2 id="3166">Bed Fluffing</h2><p id="124b">Your more successful peers, be they writers or not, have their own anxieties. They spend their time worrying over whether the pillows on the bed are fluffed enough. They wonder aloud if that knob on the stove was turned all the way off as they lie wide awake in bed. They fret over ‘haters’ and critics.</p><p id="f99d">You might think, ‘I wish I were this good with words.’ Well, that’s crap.</p><p id="9ded">You’re the hero of your story. Those for whom success came easily have never lived as hard or slept as well as you. You don’t have to live your life communicating in the mechanical manner of an NPR host. Do you actually think the people want to hear a perfectly mechanical <i>WOOSH </i>sound when you fart? That kind of sound should only be heard when Dark Vader removes his mask.</p><p id="9eec">It’s time to spend less time obsessing over their stodgy classicism and their picturesque family vacations. It’s time to leave behind their Eskimo kiss social media profiles. They’re different, but they’re not bad. There’s someone out there who needs you. Your words, your voice — not a crappy carbon copy of someone else’s voice.</p><p id="90bd">If you were a food brand, you would be brand You. There is nothing that tastes as delicious as You. Some people will only eat vanilla ice cream their entire lives. They’ll never taste the fulfillment that comes from contrast and difference. Free yourself to become brand new You. Help them get a good night’s rest with your brand.</p><h2 id="7bb7">Advice</h2><p id="6f44">As long as the neurons are firing in your brain, you can keep working and keep growing. Don’t worry about your age — it’s just a number. That’s a truism that’s true. You’re desperately seeking the prestige of being dealt with the respect that you should have been granted every second of your life so far. Writing or no. Regardless of career accolades and accomplishments or not. When you flatulate make sure it’s a little off-key, so we know you’re human. Keep fighting and keep loving.</p></article></body>

WRITING AND LIFE ADVICE

Notes From the Verge of Greatness

How To Cope When It Doesn’t Go Your Way

Dating’s biggest lie: the enjoyment of hiking. I like it though. Photo by Liisa Tervinen from Pexels

Sometimes you’re not in the mood for challenge and life’s a struggle. Every figurative trudge forward seems like it’s uphill and in the mud. As your foot seemingly settles into place, your shoe slides a half step back — all before your alternating foot has an opportunity to even lift.

A close friend from my grad school cohort contacted me and stated she was frustrated with the job search after many months. She was ready to resign herself to staying in the same job. She was thinking about finishing her career in her current role. After all, some of our classmates are doing much better and have seemingly perfect lives. She was considering giving up the hunt for her dream and the continued search for a meaningful life.

Meaning isn’t always perfectly quantified and tabulated. It can’t be perfectly encapsulated by time cycles with pretty little bar charts and other such notations. It’s not peer-reviewed. If you spend every day with your nose in a book or a screen you will miss out on experiences that can’t be quantified or typified well. Anyone who tells you different is lying.

Sometimes life sucks and you ask yourself “Y”. I’m here to ask you, “Y not.”

Y Not

We can’t have all the same stories. Victor’s story is Victor’s story. Victor’s story is waking up from an excellent nap with drool on the pillow — wondering if anything funny or interesting happened in the last hour. Your story is your own to write, live, and experience.

Maybe you don’t like your story and are having a hard time coming to terms with it. Maybe you want to write, figuratively or literally, a new chapter. Perhaps you want to rewrite your story entirely. Maybe that’s why you’re reading this in the first place

Cosmic Fate/ The Void

I stare into the void when I think about paying for the premium version of Pexels or Unsplash. Photo by Vojtech Okenka from Pexels

Stare deeply into the void. What is it you feel in your breast? Sheer panic, for the world as you know it is nothing. A meaningless simulation. A facsimile of a a replica of a reproduction.

You hope to pierce the veil of reality. Maybe if you stare harder, you think. Maybe if you close your eyes and wish it away — it will all disappear.

Maybe if you sit with the terror, it will depart. Like an old friend over tea. Perhaps you will discuss the latest “Typset Magazine” with your friend. And then, a surge. They utter one word: “Lobster”. The fog of ‘reality’ gives way to the ever cycling, whirling void.

You feel ill, but you can’t empty the contents of your bowels because they don’t exist. Your body quakes in fear, but you remain perfectly still.

The only clarity you can muster is the slow realization that there is no one anywhere on any plane of existence — not even you. You are bound to the will of the cyclonic void despite all of your machinations. You are the vassal of nothingness, yet you are unable to offer supplication. The void makes no demands, offers no answers, and communicates nothing.

That’s what you think is happening in that swirling mass of neurotransmitter molecules bridging your synaptic cleft, anyway. The grass always seems greener on the other side, but you’ve all the necessary tools to push forward.

Bed Fluffing

Your more successful peers, be they writers or not, have their own anxieties. They spend their time worrying over whether the pillows on the bed are fluffed enough. They wonder aloud if that knob on the stove was turned all the way off as they lie wide awake in bed. They fret over ‘haters’ and critics.

You might think, ‘I wish I were this good with words.’ Well, that’s crap.

You’re the hero of your story. Those for whom success came easily have never lived as hard or slept as well as you. You don’t have to live your life communicating in the mechanical manner of an NPR host. Do you actually think the people want to hear a perfectly mechanical WOOSH sound when you fart? That kind of sound should only be heard when Dark Vader removes his mask.

It’s time to spend less time obsessing over their stodgy classicism and their picturesque family vacations. It’s time to leave behind their Eskimo kiss social media profiles. They’re different, but they’re not bad. There’s someone out there who needs you. Your words, your voice — not a crappy carbon copy of someone else’s voice.

If you were a food brand, you would be brand You. There is nothing that tastes as delicious as You. Some people will only eat vanilla ice cream their entire lives. They’ll never taste the fulfillment that comes from contrast and difference. Free yourself to become brand new You. Help them get a good night’s rest with your brand.

Advice

As long as the neurons are firing in your brain, you can keep working and keep growing. Don’t worry about your age — it’s just a number. That’s a truism that’s true. You’re desperately seeking the prestige of being dealt with the respect that you should have been granted every second of your life so far. Writing or no. Regardless of career accolades and accomplishments or not. When you flatulate make sure it’s a little off-key, so we know you’re human. Keep fighting and keep loving.