Light at the end of the tunnel

It’s a long standing joke that the light at the end of the tunnel is the headlight of an express train coming right at you.

Metaphorically speaking this is quite often true, if you are a pessimist, but since l’ve converted to being an optimist, a bit like changing religions, l think I’ve seen the ‘light’.

It’s a lot like coming up from the bottom of a deep pool, breaking the surface and taking that first long gulp of air.

Along with that elated feeling that you’re not going to drown.

What’s this got to do with anything, you ask.

Perhaps nothing.

As an allegory it represents to me as a time when l finally get over a period of self doubt, where a series of events started to make me question why l want to be a writer.

I mean why put yourself through rejections, sometimes scathing criticism, and the have the people whom you thought were your friends suddenly start questioning your choices after initially wholeheartedly supporting them.

Are we only a success or supportable if we are earning a sufficient wage?

Is this why so many people do not give up their day job, and then find themselves plying the other trade into the dark hours of the night, only to find themselves being criticised for plying a trade with little chance of success?

It seems like a no win situation but these are the times when you mettle is tested severely.

But in the end it is worth it when the book is finished and it is published even if it is only on Amazon.

You can sit back and say with pride l did that.

That metaphorical light, you ask.

When you make that first sale.

One thought on “Light at the end of the tunnel

  1. You have to step outside your comfort zone if you want to move forward. My grandmother helped me see the light. She was sitting in a hospital after having her third heart attack. She was 83 years old and was wondering how her life would have worked out if she had taken a different path.
    I decided I wasn’t going to wait until I was 83 and had survived three heart attacks to start wondering about different routes available through my past life. I made the decision at 30 to change the course of my life.

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