to be honest: most things don't work out
The Muse Letter No. 165
Every time I write an essay, I hope it goes viral.
I think about: how it would spread, how people would share it and love it and hate it and discuss it and blow up the comment section and how a book deal would come out of it, a Netflix series perhaps and then … it never does.
I get a few personal messages, my mother tells me that she liked it, a friend might mention it at a party, they might tell me how they sent it to another friend and then another day passes, the post loses momentum and it’s yesterday’s news.
It’s funny how things just trickle along, how most things don’t work out.
Because that is the thing people do not like to talk about. That you might have had bigger aspirations, that you wanted more and that what you got is good but not exactly the great thing you were hoping for. Because it makes you sound ungrateful and why don’t you start a gratitude journal and get a chirpier attitude love? Or if it’s not that, then it’s actually the myriad of failures in your past, overthrown…