In Letters to a young poet, Rainer Maria Rilke poses this; you have to ask yourself, must I write? Ask yourself in the darkest hour of the night, if I could no longer write, must I die? And if the answer isn't a wholehearted yes, if the motivation is anything else (accolades, approval, money), you'll never keep it up because the work is too tender, too hard. The only way you'll keep it up if it's the only way for you to exist. (Very, very freely paraphrased)
In Letters to a young poet, Rainer Maria Rilke poses this; you have to ask yourself, must I write? Ask yourself in the darkest hour of the night, if I could no longer write, must I die? And if the answer isn't a wholehearted yes, if the motivation is anything else (accolades, approval, money), you'll never keep it up because the work is too tender, too hard. The only way you'll keep it up if it's the only way for you to exist. (Very, very freely paraphrased)
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