I’ve been afraid to tell my story. Everyday, when I look at the keyboard, or the paper, I worry I am not good enough. I worry my words won’t mean anything to anyone and I’ll never make it as a writer.
Once in a while, something happens to make this all go away: someone sends a heartfelt message, a kind comment gets me teary eyed with joy, or a chance encounter with someone who read my work and looks forward to my book.
When I read your words, I can feel a similar restraint. One I know all too well.
Although lightly used, you have a weight in your heart that seeps through. There’s more, and a certain kind of longing for discovery.
I pray that you find the courage to document your way. Even if you don’t find it — most of us are usually on this side of the fence — I hope you realize the upside of telling your story.
You’re not alone. I can assure you this 110%.
Okay. That was too much. Probably 105%.
I’ve tasted the pangs of despair at the foot of a dying relationship. I’ve crawled in the wake of a broken brotherhood. I’ve eaten the fruit of mentors whose faces I cannot bear to look at. I’ve doubted the existence of God and pictured the death of my unfinished life.
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I still don’t know, if you ask me now. In fact, as the seconds while away, leaning on my wall and typing this, I have…
I’ve also tasted the feast of true joy. I’ve slept with kindred spirits and laughed, sounds resonating across time and generation. I’ve witnessed the generosity of strangers and the kindness of family — blood and friends.
I know this : there will be ups. There will be downs. There will be joy. And there will be sadness. There will be faith, there will be doubt.
There will always be a home for those of us who keep trying.
Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s the acknowledgement of fear, and the dive to seek the other side of it.
Because everything you want, everything you’ll ever be, everything you truly are, is on the other side of fear.
Someone wiser than I am said that. I think it’s true.
Love the process and the end will always be a new start. Start where you are, work towards where you want to be. Measure your progress. You only know your limits by reaching them. What you don’t measure, you can’t improve.
‘The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago, the second best time to plant a tree is now’. — Chinese Proverb
Hi. I’m Tchassa Kamga. I just moved to the U.S.A. from Cameroon.
I’m legit immigrant. Let’s connect on Twitter.
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