Why Writing is More Than a Hobby

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lost a finger due to my stupidness.I had to split two planks which I could simply have done by using the motor saw. But my foolish Kyle XY kicked in. I decided to Dwayne Johnson my way through the planks. Before I could say, Jack Robinson, they gave in and clapped my fingers with brute force. I cringed and tear in silence. I couldn’t scream out, but inwardly — I was raging.Thankfully, I ended up with just a blister, I’m sure I’ve learned my lesson.I came home at past 3 pm, showered, and went straight to writing.Now each time I go to work, there’s a feeling in my stomach that I wasn’t made for that. Now I’m sure there are many people who probably feel this way. If I am being honest, I dislike hard physical labour. But worse still is the fact that I feel I’m wasting my life. I love jobs that stimulate me intellectually as well as emotionally.I remember every job I've done, but none came close to giving me the feeling I got from my teaching job. I loved every moment of it! I get to stand before an aspiring audience and empty myself of everything I know on a particular subject and watch how the transference takes place.I think it’s a beauty to behold. It is something I could give

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my entire life to — teachingFunny enough, I feel the same way about writing. Now you could say, when it comes to consistency of writing, I am indisciplined just like many other areas of my life. Fair enough, I think you’d be right. But I am going through a process at the moment. A process that’s teaching me to be more disciplined. To intellectually orient myself and get myself to do what I ought to do when I ought to do it. It’s not been easy, but I can feel I’m making progress.Writing gives me the same emotional and intellectual stimulation and satisfaction as teaching does.In truth, these two are sides of the same coin. They both involve the importation of a body of knowledge on a subject matter, thought, and idea.The whole sermon of look for your purpose can be overwhelming. where does one start looking? From my experience, it's best to let go of the whole idea of hunting down your so-called purpose and focus on finding what you really love doing. somehow it seems we find life's most precious things when we are not looking. Or maybe they find us. I’m not sure how these things work. but hell, I know what makes my soul feels satisfied. And that is what I am going to give my time and energy.</article></body>

Maybe you don't need to find your purpose — just find what satisfies your soul.

I got up this morning with no desire to go to work. This is a recurring feeling that I don’t know what to do with it.

It could be the same emotional displeasure that pushes me to seek financial independence.

But however, at this point, I have no choice. I got bills to take care of. So, therefore, I got to get out and do some hard labour.

Tentatively I dragged myself out of bed and out of the house. Getting to work, I geared up and went straight to work. Just like every other day, I did my bit, covered my shift, and closed for the day.

But something happened though — I almost lost a finger due to my stupidness.

I had to split two planks which I could simply have done by using the motor saw. But my foolish Kyle XY kicked in. I decided to Dwayne Johnson my way through the planks. Before I could say, Jack Robinson, they gave in and clapped my fingers with brute force. I cringed and tear in silence. I couldn’t scream out, but inwardly — I was raging.

Thankfully, I ended up with just a blister, I’m sure I’ve learned my lesson.

I came home at past 3 pm, showered, and went straight to writing.

Now each time I go to work, there’s a feeling in my stomach that I wasn’t made for that. Now I’m sure there are many people who probably feel this way. If I am being honest, I dislike hard physical labour. But worse still is the fact that I feel I’m wasting my life. I love jobs that stimulate me intellectually as well as emotionally.

I remember every job I've done, but none came close to giving me the feeling I got from my teaching job. I loved every moment of it! I get to stand before an aspiring audience and empty myself of everything I know on a particular subject and watch how the transference takes place.

I think it’s a beauty to behold. It is something I could give my entire life to — teaching

Funny enough, I feel the same way about writing. Now you could say, when it comes to consistency of writing, I am indisciplined just like many other areas of my life. Fair enough, I think you’d be right. But I am going through a process at the moment. A process that’s teaching me to be more disciplined. To intellectually orient myself and get myself to do what I ought to do when I ought to do it. It’s not been easy, but I can feel I’m making progress.

Writing gives me the same emotional and intellectual stimulation and satisfaction as teaching does.

In truth, these two are sides of the same coin. They both involve the importation of a body of knowledge on a subject matter, thought, and idea.

The whole sermon of look for your purpose can be overwhelming. where does one start looking? From my experience, it's best to let go of the whole idea of hunting down your so-called purpose and focus on finding what you really love doing. somehow it seems we find life's most precious things when we are not looking. Or maybe they find us. I’m not sure how these things work. but hell, I know what makes my soul feels satisfied. And that is what I am going to give my time and energy.