This thing we call life. It’s quite a ride. We come into the world screaming, bewildered and stunned. We grow under circumstances completely out of our control. None of us can choose our parents, their social standing, or their temperamental disposition. We slowly gather input, though our senses and our emotional centre, taking in messages and lessons along the way. We don’t know how to distinguish between the good and the bad. We just take it all in and on.
Eventually we grow old enough to set out on our own. At this point, personal choice becomes a factor. We choose who we are. We choose which influences from our youth we will use and which we will disregard. We choose something that makes us tick, or it’s chosen for us through various factors. We learn the rules of the world, the ones instituted by those over us, and the ones there by providence or chance, depending on what we choose to believe.
Through all this one thing remains constant, life. As long as we have breath in our lungs, we are a part of it. We can’t escape it, although many try and some are successful. Ending it all by their own hand, they simply choose not to be a part of life anymore. Not a good option, but a choice all the same. We soon come to realise that life is full of needs and desires. We need food, clean water, shelter, and many other things. Sometimes we have to fight, just to get the basics. Each day, we scratch out an existence. Sometimes we are successful and sometimes we are not. The sad fact is that some prosper, while others starve.
Someone once said, “Life is not fair. The saying sure stuck and it rings true to a point. But in some ways I think it is fair. We are all given a life. That is something. If we strive hard enough, we can climb to various different levels. The playing field may be rigged, but we can overcome, if we have determination and faith. Hard work can pay off and sometimes we hit the jackpot. If it can happen for one, it can happen for anyone.
So what am I saying about life? What is my point? In my opinion, life is a journey and a test. We all face adversity in one form or another. Sometimes the adversity kills us off before we even get started. Just look at a starving child in Africa. They don’t have a chance and they die early, or right on time, depending on your belief system. But some of us get to live on and we get a chance to show what we are made of. We get a chance to grow and learn and become the best we can be, whatever that may be.
My life has not been easy. I have faced trial after trial. But I don’t dwell on it. Each new trial has the potential to sink me, maybe even finish me off. Thankfully I received a stubborn Irish disposition from my Ancestors. I get mad when things look impossible or even life threatening. That anger propels me forward allowing me to keep on keeping on. My chosen profession is writing. It is an uphill battle all the way. At times I have come close to starving, but I won’t quit.
At one point, I realised I had to do things differently. I had to try something new. I had to quite or get off the pot. I looked into ways of extending my reach and my exposure to potential readers. I found a service that offers virtual assistant. They claimed to be well versed in all kinds of internet promotion. I scraped up the three hundred bucks for a month of the service, with great trepidation. I was sceptical, to say the least.
It took two months, but I did see an uptick in sales and reviews of my books. Since then it has steadily improved. I have come to see that this service is a vital part of my equation for success. It has allowed me to keep writing full time, perfecting my craft as I go. I sure am thankful that I didn’t quit when the chips were down. If you are facing similar challenges in your chosen profession, I would recommend trying a virtual assistant. They are well worth the money and in some ways their help is priceless. How can you put a price on continuing in the profession you love and even prospering in it? I don’t think you can.