In the last couple of weeks, since I began the Daily Article, there has been a mini exodus from the Sunday Letter list – about 10 per day.
After every email I send you folks, no matter what the subject, there are always readers who opt out. Regardless, the mind immediately jumps to all that might be wrong with the content.
Maybe it's irritating to receive emails every day from the same person.
Maybe I should give more of you what you want to read instead of what I want to write.
Who wants to hear what I have to say, anyway?
Or perhaps, regardless of the response, I shouldn't give a fiddlers.
A singer-songwriter friend of mine once said in an interview (paraphrasing), “I never think of the listener when I write. Why would I do that? That's no concern of mine”.
In every sober moment there is the realisation that the thoughts, feelings and comments of others, supportive or not, should matter less than the process.
Every word written, every song sung, every piece of furniture made, must have in it something of the mind and heart of the maker.
Machines make things and that's convenient, but that's all it is. There's no soul in that.
This survival of the fittest, throwaway, consumerist culture of ours insists our work must have commercial value. It's killing the creative spirit and makes machines of people.
Don't sacrifice your humanity. Don't become a machine.
…after all, if you do really like what you’re doing, it doesn’t matter what it is, you can eventually become a master of it. It’s the only way to become a master of something, to be really with it. And then you’ll be able to get a good fee for whatever it is. So don’t worry too much. That’s everybody is–somebody is interested in everything, anything you can be interested in, you will find others will.Alan Watts
I'll keep writing regardless of the response. The fact that many of you do respond, lets me know there are other like me out there. The numbers don't matter.