A piece of me

A year or two ago, while miserable suffering from a very debilitating case of chronic fatigue syndrome, I had to leave a group of writers. It was not because of my illness, but a scrape with a fellow writer who threatened legal action against me for not liking their work. Woe to them.

Regardless, I had to walk away from what I wanted and it was a very difficult thing to do. Recently, I tried to pick up some of the pieces and to persons particular, I am grateful for your acceptance. It took a long time for me to do it.

Rejection is a difficult thing, whether it is a personal matter, something created, something you must walk away from, or simply a shake of the head. It affects us all in different ways. Stories are no different than chairs. If the chair isn't constructed properly, nobody will buy it. After years of trying to understand why some writers choose to stab rather than learn is still beyond me, but I did learn one very important lesson.

It is nice to know, but is always better, to understand a person's perspective.

Furthermore, it is humbling to know there are people out there with perspective; individuals who continue on their path and try to create the best future for themselves. It is these people I wish to associate with. Visionaries. Are you a visionary? Do you know what you want, or do you understand why you want it?

If you can't see the difference, then you already know the answer.