Writing unbalanced this evening makes me think on varieties of things but what comes out the most is; balancing criticism.

My writing is different. I know it without being told. It’s something that calls out to me and surprises me, especially when I let go and actually write.

I put my all in that paper to bring out the best work. Sometimes, the best is clouded in my eyes or in another’s and I’m forced to go back to it. To reread and take notes of my shortcomings. The flaws that I carelessly ignored in haste.

I’m not here to tell you about my history in writing but actually the aftermath. I’m kind of used to getting positive/negative compliments. Yet, I don’t know why this particular comment shook me.

Or maybe, I did know but didn’t want to address it. It was the second time, someone...