Life is crazy. We all know that.
Because life these days isn’t actually life: it’s just one big rat race.
Everyone is running from point A to point B as fast as they can; doing everything they can to stay focused on the prize; pushing themselves to run harder—faster. Never satisfied with where they’re at. Always wanting to be more, better, greater.
The end goal is what’s important—and anything that get’s in the way of achieving that goal is to be avoided.
What a horrible way to live. What a soul sucking way to work. Who in their right mind would want to run in a race like that?
It sounds horrible and exhausting and… And it sounds… Oh…
… it sounds like the exact same way so many of us think about writing.
Great.