listen, writing is tough work. youve got to put words on a page, then delete them, then put them back again in a different order, over and over, for hours, for years. and no one will ever know youre doing it. you will receive no attention, and no reward, and only the slightest satisfaction, the same satisfaction you might get from tearing the page to tiny shreds and then fitting all the shreds back together again. wow, that’s pretty impressive that i did that. wow.
listen, writing is hard, and it takes a lot of practice. and the better you get at it, the less anyone will be able to tell how good you are. and you’ll never be able to prove you’re good, either, because ‘good’ is not defined. if i’m good at chess, i win. if i’m good at writing….?
listen buddy, writing is serious trouble, and you’re safer picking almost any other hobby. if you really are so enthralled with the process of putting letters and words onto a page, perhaps consider writing out the dictionary. at least then you could show, objectively, that you achieved what you set out to do.
listen up friend, writing isnt going to get you anything except depression, addiction, anxiety, insanity, and suicide. all the best writers killed themselves, or died early, before they could go mad enough to kill themselves.
listen, please, before you get too far, before you wake up in your mid forties and realize your only skill is one it’s impossible to make a living with, and it’s too late to learn anything else.
listen, the more you read, the more you think, the more you practice and experiment and stretch, the more of an outlier you will be, and the less ‘identifiable’ you will be, and the less read you will be. so if you’re someone who must always be learning and growing and improving and can’t bear to do the same thing twice, let alone every day for the rest of your life- please consider going down another road.
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Jonas David 
Too real. I remember feeling exactly this the day I realized I was not a writer with a day job as a truck driver, just a truck driver with a writing hobby and no way out. That was the beginning of a very dark period in my life. But I started my first job in my current field at 48. Turns out, it wasn’t too late after all.
Don’t let the bastards grind you down.