Who's gonna care about this?

Every time I‘m about to post something, part of me is like, “Who’s gonna care about this?” It could be a song, a personal caption, photo, whatever. There tends to be this whisper, something like, “No one wants to hear what you have to say; shut up,” or, “No one is going to like this song; don’t release it.”


I share that, because I’ve been written by several people asking how I write what I write, and share what I share – because any time they think about sharing something, whether it be something creative or a personal thought, they’re accosted with that cynical, negative, insecure voice within them.


I hear that same voice, and I just view it for what it is. It’s the voice of the captor, the prison guard, the demon, the undo-er, the coward, whatever you want to call it. It’s the voice of the monster – the amalgam of your trauma, insults, scars, insecurities, all that – and it wants you to shut up and stay put. I’ve grown to view that voice as separate from me. If anything, it now inspires me. I’m like, ah, there are those thoughts again, GOOD, I’m going the right direction; I’m growing.


There is so much greatness locked behind the eyes of so many people who are too fearful to let it out. If that’s you, if you’re thinking of something that you want to do in this life, join me in telling your insecurities to shut up; let’s collectively fire the prison guards in our minds so we can freely become our better selves. I believe there is a sun trying to rise over the horizon of our inner worlds, and it’s our duty to break it free from the chains of our insecurities, self-doubt, negativity and cynicism – all of which are learned through a lifetime spent confusing that stupid whisper as something that protects you.


Some people sit in their own minds in judgement of everything, including themselves. That can feel like power; every pursuit is beneath you, everything can be mocked. But, in reality, that mindset grants you dominion over nothing; your kingdom will be made of sand; your gross domestic product will be your own bitterness.


Set yourself free. Allow that sun to rise, man. And send this to someone who needs it. 💀☀️