I always feel a bit weird when strangers compliment my writings. When they say that it was good, I’m thinking good as what? Good how? I mean, I feel that it could’ve been better, I could’ve been clearer, I could’ve used more verbs, etc.

And sometimes I almost believe them like, yeah, I think that piece was fine, but there’s always something better than mine. I’m wondering, will ever come a time when I will honestly feel that I’m a good writer? There is that uncertainty all the time.

Good read, Ryan.

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