Many of my favorite writers suffered much. Loss of loved ones, madness, loneliness, alcoholism, depression, and alienation. Through their frailties and vulnerability, they created some of the greatest literature ever written. When a writer shares something of his/her life, they become vulnerable. I understand this now.
After beat writer, Jack Kerouac's book, On The Road, became the best selling book, his fears were magnified. He wanted to be a well-regarded author without all the frivolities of fame. His next book, Dharma Bums, is my favorite because I believe Kerouac was at his best seeking for truth. He preferred a quiet life.
I am willing to become vulnerable because it shows that I have frailties also. I am more than the sum of my parts. It's why I like quirky and unusual characters. I'm my own life it seems that they gravitate toward me for some reason. Maybe I'm unusual and am now better understanding it.
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