All a fallacy

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I’ve been writing since I can remember. I feel in love with reading in 3rd grade thanks to Mr. Schaffer and soon thereafter writing.

I came back to writing voraciously within the last year. I have 3 blogs and a Medium profile I write on as well. The only people that generally read my blogs I’ve noted are other writers. Which is horrendous.

Why?

Because they feel compelled to write based of things I wrote. It’s my own fault. I put it out into the world for all to see and judge. I should consider it a compliment that I inspire them to write off of something I said but truthfully I find it tedious and droll.

I recognize I do the same thing they do; which is talk in absolutes as if I knew everything.  The thing is that I am the first to admit that I know nothing more than what I think I know and that is rudimentary and base at best.

I have the answers to my own life and nothing else. I ventured away from this blog to expand my viewership and write about topics that are not spiritual in nature.

I forget the digital world is a heartless bitch of a place. Even the support one gets is based in a virtual world, not necessarily tangible or even real.

I need a break.

I’m disgusted by other writers trying to make a living by tearing others apart or playing off of others thoughts, specifically here MINE. Live with yourselves. I don’t have to care. I really don’t. Yea. Stopping now.