It’s frustrating and i hope more people realize that you are doing something huge here. It’s not just blog, it’s your mission. And i am extremely grateful for your project ❤️
I have a favorite scene in Seven Faces Of Dr Lao that speaks to this. Merlin has spent an entire performance conjuring things up, only for the audience to mock and dismiss him. A boy stays behind, saying he thinks Merlin is the greatest magician ever. "Thank you, my boy," Merlin replies, voice thick with tears. "That means so much to me." He gives the boy a hug as he cries.
That's how Substack often feels to me in contrast with the rest of the world. In many ways, it's now my full-time job.
This scene perfectly captures the idea behind this post. It hurts me that so many people, in one way or another, underestimate other people’s safe spaces, and I hope this happens less and less often.
I’m glad you’ve found that sense of peace on Substack and even better, a career.
This is so relatable, Tsetsy. It’s amazing how a place that feels like 'home' to us can look like 'just a hobby' to others who don't see the heart we put into it.
Sounds like the reply of someone with a shen disturbance— subtle death habit inside — and can’t bring themself to be happy for you.
It’s the formative formulations of one’s long-term thought project — the magnum opus hidden within— and all I hear are comments like this, but I’ve learned that it’s actually out of their control and that a vast majority of the population have lost all executive function, physically incapable of being stoked. Keep turning up the temp, & the results will speak for themselves.
I hope that one day they’ll understand. But even if they don’t, what matters is that you know it. You know how valuable it is and how much it means to you. Don’t stop writing, dear!
My Substack often gets called a blog when it is meant to be a professional project.
It’s frustrating and i hope more people realize that you are doing something huge here. It’s not just blog, it’s your mission. And i am extremely grateful for your project ❤️
I have a favorite scene in Seven Faces Of Dr Lao that speaks to this. Merlin has spent an entire performance conjuring things up, only for the audience to mock and dismiss him. A boy stays behind, saying he thinks Merlin is the greatest magician ever. "Thank you, my boy," Merlin replies, voice thick with tears. "That means so much to me." He gives the boy a hug as he cries.
That's how Substack often feels to me in contrast with the rest of the world. In many ways, it's now my full-time job.
This scene perfectly captures the idea behind this post. It hurts me that so many people, in one way or another, underestimate other people’s safe spaces, and I hope this happens less and less often.
I’m glad you’ve found that sense of peace on Substack and even better, a career.
My parents just called my personal writing my hobby
Ouch 🥲
This is so relatable, Tsetsy. It’s amazing how a place that feels like 'home' to us can look like 'just a hobby' to others who don't see the heart we put into it.
It is, Nade :) Grateful to have a place that feels like home online
“How the people who read actually listen. How they show up in the comments not to argue, but to connect.” 😮💨
It's amazing, isn't it? ❤️
It really is! So grateful for the space.✨
Sounds like the reply of someone with a shen disturbance— subtle death habit inside — and can’t bring themself to be happy for you.
It’s the formative formulations of one’s long-term thought project — the magnum opus hidden within— and all I hear are comments like this, but I’ve learned that it’s actually out of their control and that a vast majority of the population have lost all executive function, physically incapable of being stoked. Keep turning up the temp, & the results will speak for themselves.
A well done point, bravo! 🙌
Thanks for the great comment, Miles! Thank you for being here ❤️
My parents never knew i love writing. They never understood it and think its a waste of my energy or an excuse to escape from work.
I hope that one day they’ll understand. But even if they don’t, what matters is that you know it. You know how valuable it is and how much it means to you. Don’t stop writing, dear!
There are so many things I can relate to
I know you've been through something like this too, and you're strong enough to stand up to it and not give up! Respect, Hina!
Amazing Article
Keep writing
Just highlighting this part
But there’s another truth — many of us have a place like that. A place that others don’t understand. A place that seems small, but is actually huge.