When I first read the review of my book on Amazon describing it as “cookie cutter” I took offense. It hurt my feelings.
At the time I was writing to help get myself through a point in life where I felt stuck and was desperate to escape. Those cookie cutter ideas were the words I needed to get through another day. It was what I longed to hear from someone else … only I didn’t have someone else. I had to be that someone.
I was the only person who could help me get through.
On the outside I projected an image of happiness and success, all the while on the inside I never felt happy or successful. I had no emotion. I wasn’t happy or sad. Just bored. Blank. Empty.
I was searching for something to fill the void.
I traveled the world. I jumped out of airplanes. I climbed mountains. But no matter where I went or what I did I could never escape the feeling of complete emptiness and disconnect. Nothing seemed to do anything to alleviate the problem. I felt like I had no purpose in my life. All of these things I had done and was doing felt meaningless.
So I wrote.
I wrote cookie cutter advice to myself and shared it with the world, hoping in my words that maybe I could be the voice someone else needed in their life. Maybe I could inspire other people who felt the same way I did. The lost. The hopeless.
I think most people go through a phase in life when they question their purpose in this world. “What the fuck am I doing here?”
I ran far and wide, doing everything I could to escape from the person I was … trying to be someone else. But everywhere I went, there I was.
So my writing and advice is “cookie cutter.” Maybe it was. Maybe it is. But I wasn’t writing for anyone but myself. It’s what I needed to hear at that time in my life. I needed those words just like some people need a joint after work. I needed to find a way to get through another day of my life. I needed to feel like I had something to work towards and some type of purpose.
I’m still not sure what the point of life actually is. We’re here. We spend all of our life trying to survive, only to die anyway. That brief glimpse of time between two eternities is all we get. No repeats. No second chances.
If we aren’t happy, we need to figure out how to be happy. I’m not saying happiness is the point of life.
But being happy sure as hell makes waiting to die a lot more enjoyable.
I’d say you have a better handle on it than most. Sometimes having such a grip takes us on the ride and demonstrates that we’re not always in control (like riding a bull), but other times having that grip does give us control and authority. We just have to be prepared for both outcomes.
In the meantime, keep up the good fight.