Opinions Are Like...

In the field of writing articles opinions are like... Well, let's just say everyone has one. As a writer, your opinion has no merit unless you can cite an established reputable source that has come up with the solution before you. This gives your opinion credibility. This makes your voice important. People can trust that your solution to a problem is the best possible solution because you agree with Dr. PhD of Harvard. Only, what if none of the experts have come up with a real solution that works?

I know that studies show that when you are alone you need to love yourself and find your own inner peace. But that doesn't really work. Forgive me for refuting your degrees and years of expertise, but it doesn't work. You can't really ever be happy when you are lonely because we are social creatures and each of us deserving of love. Why can't two people who search for the same thing accept each other? I can't tell you it's because of the demands placed on you by your society's warped sense of priorities. That would make this an opinion piece totally unfounded with no studies to support it.

I know that studies show that we go to war and kill each other because we have ideological and geo-political differences. I know that experts say we must come together to find common ground to overcome our differences. I can't tell you that if your religion has ever advocated the killing of another human being, or required the death of a human being to save you it's a lie. That would make this an opinion piece which totally flies in the face of the established theological texts.

I know that studies show advancements in modern medicine and pharmaceuticals can greatly increase your lifespan when you are stricken with an incurable disease. But I cannot tell you that as long as it’s more profitable to treat you than cure you there will always be cancer and HIV. That would be my opinion and counter to the entire establishment of health care. 

I would like to share my view on these pressing mysteries but, sadly, science does not know, studies are inconclusive and my opinion does not matter. My opinions don't sell advertising. As a starving writer, my opinion doesn't pay the bills. So love yourself even if you are alone. Kill everyone that doesn't believe as you do in the name of whatever god you are following this millennia. And keep taking your meds or you'll start thinking like me and need therapy.

Sources:

40+ years of living in your fucked up world.

Haters Defined

Having Animosity Toward Everyone Reaching Success

I value the opinions and reviews of friends on social media. They enjoy reading my articles and generally have something to say about how my writing has touched and enriched their lives. I consider no opinion or comment the worst review of all. I take this to mean that I have not touched the passions of my readers or inspired them in some way. But there is always one that replies to every article and is often brutally honest about my work. And he hates it. "This article is trite, poorly put together and an assault upon my senses."

The first bad review I had ever received took me by surprise. My friends quickly admonished him for his comment and a 32-thread debate ensued. I finally thanked him for his honest and slightly painful review and gave the incident little thought. I submitted my next published article a few days earlier. Which I was impressed by the positive comments it received. But there near the bottom was the opinion of my critic. "Not quite so trite this time, but you must have been asleep at the keyboard. I know I was asleep after reading two paragraphs."

I nearly felt my nose bleeding from the impact of his second review. I blinked at my screen in shock. What had I done to deserve such scrutiny? Again, a long online debate began among my readers defending the quality of the article. I was disheartened that I had affected this reader in such a negative way. I felt I had failed as a writer in some manner. I had received harsh and well-deserved criticism from my editors in the past. But my editors simply copy/paste a standard notice of why the work isn't acceptable. I have never had such a harshly cynical review of my work by anyone before. I decided to take a look at the articles in question.

The first thing I noticed was that the articles were now among my highest viewed works. The controversy had given them special attention among my readers. All my other works received a slight bump in views as well. But I was determined to make my next offering one that would impress my new critic. It was quickly accepted by my editors and they even commented on how well they liked it. My fellow contributors also gave it wonderful reviews. I felt confident I had produced a winner for my readers and my new critic. "I felt you trying so hard to be a competent writer I was exhausted myself after reading your latest effort."

I leaned back in my chair and covered my mouth as my jaw dropped. My readers were furious! They demanded I drop the guy from my friends list and ban him from commenting further. At first it seemed my critic simply possessed animosity toward anyone successful at something they loved doing. But after the initial shock, I realized he knew I had put extra effort in the article. This suggested he wasn't simply bashing my work but actually presenting his honest an informed opinion. As I had mentioned, my worst review of all is silence. My critic was very vocal and brutally honest. But he had raised the passions of my readers as well as my viewership. Of this, I could not deny. How could I ban him now that I owed my new success to him?

Among the articles I submitted to our local writer's guild was one my critic especially hated. It received great scrutiny by some of the best writers in my area. After only a few weeks I received an invite to our local community college and presented an award for best new writer. I had to admit, I owed my success to my little outspoken anti-fan.

I posted my next article "Last of Her Kind" and found that my critic is a fellow cat lover. His review was not overwhelmingly approving, but he admitted he was impressed. "I do not typically enjoy crying when I read your less than average work. But this time, you brought me to tears in a good way. Good work!"

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Until the End of Eons

I will try to see life through your eyes. We have no more tomorrows but shared a lifetime of yesterdays. Don't be afraid and I won't cry, as your hand grows cold in mine and your green eyes fade to gray.

The years pass me by like fleeting whispers, simple dream like fragments, and I feel much too old to remain. My eyes opened to every blue sky turning black again and again bleeding rain upon the ground that divides us.

Eons pass me by and I am much too old to fear being alone. But I am unchanged since that day. The day one half of me passed away and the other turned to stone.

You are the queen that inspired me through every embattled day I've lived. You are the reflection within the eyes of our children and the face I can not forget.

Now aged and blind, yet I remain. I will love you until my time comes to die, and to shiver as shadows foul entwine. I will shine for you until the storm before me rages high and my light grows dim behind.

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My Voice

I sat down to write my article today at a total loss. I wanted to write something profound today. I wanted to say something that would open everyone's eyes to see what I see.

I sat down to write my article today and wanted to share something that could make all children have loving parents. I wanted to reveal the secret to a successful life that ensures no one has to be hungry or homeless. I wanted to make a difference. But my voice is not strong enough.

I sat down to write my article today in hopes that this thing I have to share would pour out from me and onto the page into the hearts of everyone that read it. And as a result, would end all wars, and all mankind would unite under a common goal. But, alone, my voice is not strong enough.

I sat down today to write my article, tired and weary. I wanted to write something so compelling that it would go viral entering the hearts and minds of everyone. I wanted to write something that leaves us all dazed and confused, staring around at what we have done.

I sat down to write my article today with intent to change the world. But my voice…

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