the inner struggle continues

If i'm honest, I am a selfish person. I think everyone is. Only when the selflessness of our actions meet this can we strive to hit the middle. And It has to be about us. Our inherent nature. But when we accept this, this is when we are open to helping others. Not all of us. Fuck no. A jerk is a jerk and a Dude who chooses the blinders will surely die a lonely man. Anyway, I don't want to get preachy. That wasn't my intent. Just felt like sharing. It has to do with books of course. And reviews. My lack of the latter being what got me thinking these last few days. I have done reviews myself, but again, I do these in the hope I might receive some in return. Selfish, yes, but sliding back toward the middle by attempting a selfless act as well. Hey, it ain't saving the world, I know, but it's how I've come to work. Selling books is an extremely hard racket. I love writing. Cherish it. When the words can do no wrong and fall into the places they were meant to be. The cadence. The rhythm. But what I don't like is what goes in to promoting a book and what essentially is me begging for reviews. It is what it is, though, and I don't see things changing anytime soon. Like most of us, sometimes I just need to let out some air. Anyway, for maybe the one or two people who read this, hey, thanks for letting me vent!