Sometimes I do not know what to write about. I thought this was going to be easy, but as I continue my journey to write once a week, I am finding that this is very difficult. Yet in a way, I like it a little bit. I get no views except for one person but they just probably click on my article from my Facebook because they feel bad that I do not have many views. I am no longer finding the motivation to continue this because sometimes I say to myself, “boy you are wasting your time.” This article is going to talk about Odyssey.

I joined Odyssey around a few months ago because I felt like I could get many views with my stories like almost getting stabbed for my bike, the things my mother taught me, and about my first love. I did well with the article about my mother. It has more view than any other article I have published. I frankly cannot say the same about the other ones I have. As I posted more articles on my Facebook, sometimes I’d get one view or sometimes even no views. That makes me feel low in some moments. I see others get all these shares and views and I also say to myself, “This thing is rigged!” I am not going to lie, sometimes it breaks my heart during my most depressive moments, but I do not let this beat me. I still keep my hands up on this keyboard and write articles as if a million people were going to read and say, “Wow this guy is amazing!” Also, share it or maybe this will get some kind of cool job. I say wow to myself because even though I do not give the love I feel people show others, I still fight….Man, where I am from they call that….Having a heart!

Even though, I feel like I do not get the love I believe I should get. I think I have something that the others do not have and you want to know what that is? It’s that I can call myself a struggling writer and they cannot say that because they get all the love and all the recognition. I feel like I am an underdog in this run, I feel like people do not want to see me win like they do not want to see DJ Khaled to win and that is great because struggling means that I am bound to be the greatest.

When I am in my depressive state, I just want to drop this, I just want to leave it alone but you know what? I will not quit because I will not let this beat me. I have the heart of a Mayan warrior that is the last man standing and am ready to fight the 30 men on his own just to defend his village, to defend his hut, and to defend his honor. As long as I have fight in me, I will write these articles.