I used to be an unkind person. I’d scream at charities and make fun of cancer patients who slowed me down from arriving at my next meeting on time.
It took all the selfishness in the world for me to have a change of heart — to finally live with heart.
Terrible people can become helpful writers. They can show everyday people how unkind they’re being by falling for the “accumulation of stuff” game that deludes many of us to chase money. Money is the worst writing motivation.
Many up-and-coming writers don’t feel worthy of sharing their stories because they think they’re not a good enough human being.
You become a better human being as you write.
Why? Because as you write heaps you are forced to learn, teach, and read the stories of others. That process changes you.
I spent much of last year watching videos of kindness and sharing them. I watched so many videos that I started unconsciously replicating what I saw. I remember one morning seeing an elderly man struggling to cross the street in time before the light went red, and he risked getting hit by a car. Like Superman without the cape, I stepped out into the traffic and helped him cross the road.
Nobody clapped. Nobody said anything. It was just a silent moment where it felt like the right thing to do.
I’m not Jesus. I’m a recovered asshole.
So if you’re not the person you want to be yet, don’t worry — write your way there. See the struggle of others as your own.