Learning This One Thing COMPLETELY Changed My Life !!!

My dad told me that my writing sucked. Well not really, he looked at me as if I was a fly and then got back to reading his newspaper.

This is when I got my first article published in a national newspaper, way back when I was in 8th grade. I even got paid for it. My dad just shrugged when I showed him what I did. He couldn’t care less.

I cried that night. I thought my parents would be proud of me. But this just wasn’t a good enough accomplishment for them.

I started writing in secret after that. I wanted to be the best writer and thought working in secret would help me become better and once I would get more work published my parents would come around.

They would shower me with all the love in the world. I would become the apple of their eye, they would love me and my friends would praise me.

That did not happen. Something even worse did…

After my first article got published I kept writing. I kept publishing. I freelanced, helped others get published, helped my friends write their college thesis, even got paid for writing thesis for other people.

This helped me pay my way through most of college. Well it helped me pay for all the cigarettes and beer that I wanted to drink with my friends.

When my dad found out that I was moonlighting as a writer he blew a fuse. He told me I was wasting my time and that it would not bring me anything.

I didn’t listen to him. I’ve never listened to him.

I went ahead and self published a book. I thought it was pretty good. Reading it now, I realize that it sucked.

I sent it to my dad – he didn’t even acknowledge it.

Two years later my younger brother published a book. He was the real apple of the eye of my parents. He can do anything he wants to and my parents will still love him.

My dad couldn’t stop talking about his book. He showed it to all his friends, even sent me a copy to tell me what a book actually looked like.

That was the last straw. I lost it. I stopped writing. I thought I must really suck.

Until 30 days ago…

I moved to a new city, a new country – heck I changed continents. I moved from Pakistan to Canada.

I wanted a new start. Away from anyone. Away from everyone.

But I was down and depressed. I had gained 50 lbs over the last year just because I thought I was terrible at doing something that I loved to do.

Writing.

Then my wife seeing my condition, recommended Quora. She said, Look it’s easy. People ask a question and you answer it. That’s it.”

I thought about it for a few days and then joined Quora. Looked around and then started posting my stories here, my life experiences.

Things that I’d observed.

Things that had happened to me in my life.

Things that changed my life.

My writing still sucks, maybe to a ton of people here think that it does.

Maybe they think this is sh*t.

Except for the 100s of thousands of upvotes I’ve gotten over the last few weeks, on everything I’ve written.

It’s pretty safe to say my writing does not suck.

I might actually write things worth reading.

Sure my dad will never think that I’m a good writer. I care what he thinks, but there comes a point where you have to say, “Who gives a F*&<” and move on from that.

To the 100s of people who I’ve helped on Quora, they think that I am a good writer. That’s a great thing to learn about myself.

I’ll keep writing, and keep helping the people here. Thank you for helping me realize this amazing think about me.

As for the haters, my dad’s one of them, suck it.

I’ll just focus on the ones who love me and I’ll keep writing.

Thank you for helping me realize this about me. Thank you for asking questions on Quora.