I really like when I can write something meaningful, something that will actually make a difference in one’s outlook for the day. Or, perhaps, something I write could change one’s perspective on something completely. I’ve never at all considered myself a motivational writer. Still, I have written words in the past under titles and headings that may have made it seem that I was well on the way to becoming one. 

Sometimes, I feel I’m just being clever enough to occasionally have answers for questions that others have. It’s funny, though. In my writing, my only intention has often been to try and answer burning inquiries of my own. But knowing that my exercises in thought experimenting seem at times useful to others, it compelled me to share a number of my supposedly inspirational pieces with the world. Each of them met with varying levels of success. 

At times, I feel unworthy of being the source of such motivational or inspirational insight, no matter how trivial it seemed to me.  I’ve long battled my passions and my conscience over pretty much every decision I make. Even when it seems that I’ve made the right one, I still often doubt myself.

I’ve seen people pronounce ”be the change.” There’s nothing wrong with saying that. It’s a good mindset. But what change can you make exactly? You have to find that out for yourself. And unfortunately, when someone is truly trying to make positive change, there always seems to be an immense amount of push-back. I’ve never truly figured out why so many who try to do actual good end up being set up to fail.. 

The way I see it, If you care enough to be upset about something, then there must be something you can do. There is still so much beauty in Life, as fleeting as it can be sometimes. I am not nearly wise enough to know where to look for your own answers. Yes, it’s fine to do good deeds, but you can’t simply do them hoping that they will finally bear fruit. You do them for the common good. It all comes around eventually, even if you can’t see it now.

A common theme in my writing work is trying to bring a sort of balance to things, even if it is only in bringing knowledge of trivial matters to wandering eyes. Perhaps there is some deeper meaning to the words that I write. Of course, I’m too close to the material to be a fair judge. But at times I will notice how incomplete things I do feel. But even when you’re confident that you’re onto something, there’s always room for improvement. 

This perfectionism can be useful for improving one’s craft, I suppose, especially when it comes to expression. But Life simply cannot be perfect, even in the most near perfect semblance of it you could imagine. The key to being the change within yourself lies in finding that missing element. I’ve certainly always had a passion, but I spent many years of my life having an unclear purpose, scattered motivations, plus time & energy constraints. Or perhaps it’s even more simple than that.