They say that an artist cannot be a businessman, and a businessman cannot be an artist. I believe it. And if I can never be a businessman who prospers with a soul gone mute, I choose to be a penniless artist every single day.
I am Genbatto. Who I am is not important. My message is. And as cliche this may sound, my goal for writing, whether it be a blog or fiction or poetry is only to be heard. To live in a way that can make a difference. To make good things happen. To offer value to the world. To see the world become the world I believed it to be as a child. To make sure that every child born into the world believing it to be safe and fair never feels betrayed by time or fate.
I have been prompted every now and then to turn this blog and all my writing into a money machine. I am not the world’s greatest writer. But I am not too shabby. I am not an entrepreneur. But I can learn. Today I end up putting to you the question that has been following me around ever since I started this blog. Who am I? Am I the unmindful, uncaring human being who is ignoring his well-being and the social standing of his fellows only to fulfil his whims? Am I the cold methodical moneymaker who ignores his own creative and expressive tendencies to impress and attract more customers?
I can easily stack up the online hit count if I memorize a few tricks for Search engine optimization. Or I can design particular content as per public demand. I can focus on designing viral posts for popularity. I could choose a rival for myself and understand and counter or copy their strategies. But I don’t, instead every once in a while I open this blog and write, unleash my feelings into words. I write what I feel. Sometimes I reorganize things. Sometimes I redesign things. But every time I do it, I do it for my heart. I don’t think of raising the site hit. I don’t think of affiliate marketing, product introduction or even advertisements. I don’t think at all. I just feel.
I feel the pain in this world. I feel everytime someone or something feels wronged. I feel it all. People have repeatedly told me about the pessimistic nature of my writing. I am far from it. I am in fact in the shoes of the ones that are hurt. My writing is all but a tool of compassion. I have no other reason to write at all. And to be repeatedly berated for not being something i don’t want to be is frustrating to say the least. Mostly because a part of me does it to myself. It’s a fight between logic and love. And if I have learned anything in our world, only idealists choose to love, everybody else logically chooses to make life harder for them.
Try a little compassion for me today. Tell me what would you do in my shoes. Maybe It’ll tell you something that you do not yet know about yourself too…