genuine

The temptation felt by the potential of a blank page as I sit down to type these words each time I post is sometimes bigger than I can explain.

We all want to be more than we are, don’t we?

I see this blank page in front of me and I yearn to manifest some sort of great and compelling wisdom through my fingers, into the keyboard and out into the universe. I want to inform. I want to entertain. I want to make people think and wonder and philosophize.

There are a handful of great communicators out there doing just that. Men and women who each day sit down at a blank page and turn their thoughts into a missive on life or business or success or coping with failing at any or all of those things.

I read some of those words.

They do genuinely inspire me.

And here I sit, yearning to have even a fraction of the impact.

Yet, their secret to success probably has little to do with the effort they make, and likely almost entirely to do with the truth of their situation: when they sit down at that canvas to write or paint or shape bits into meaning, they have something that is unique and genuinely worth communicating.