I was talking to a friend of mine a while ago, and we were discussing our respective crafts: him, photography; me, writing. We discussed how difficult it is, even after several years of practice, to get a photo/article just right.
I’ve been writing all my life. When I was a kid, I was writing short stories. As I grew older, I lost my imagination and started writing about my dumb feelings instead. Still, it was the same feeling – that nothing I write will ever be good enough. I don’t feel articulate enough to be nearly as good as other writers out there, and I don’t think I ever will be.
Despite all that, though, I continue writing. I continue perfecting the craft, because it is my passion and my very first love. I continue to write, fail, and get better. After all, nothing worth having ever comes easy.