I will do my best & leave the rest to the universe

When I listened to Miley Cyrus' The Climb today I felt it was finally good to hear someone express how I felt for the past few months.

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There was no dream I wanted as badly as the dream of having my works out there in the faces of people. I wanted them to have the hard copies of my books shoved under their noses for hours and several days in a row, completely unable to get themselves out of the reality they will be sucked into.

I wanted to stand on a stage one of those days to get an award, a Nobel prize was not too fancy, but if I couldn't have that then I could have something else, an award that would recognize and appreciate me for the amazing pieces I was feeding the audience with, but every time I woke up and stared at my laptop, that dream kept crashing down.

I sighed wearily as I closed my laptop shut and rose to prepare myself for the day. Miley Cyrus was right, every move I was taking felt lost with no direction.

It was already difficult because I was only being taught how to write for the stage in the Department of Theatre Arts where I thought I was going to be versed with all sorts of writing skills. Now, I wasn't sure if the clients who rejected my works the previous month were lying.

It was possible my works were not good enough like they said.

Again, Miley Cyrus was right, that small voice in my head, the one which had a doubtful question to everything I wanted to do, said “Just give up this dream of being an internationally recognized writer, writing for platforms like Nollywood can still earn you big recognition”, but that was not what I wanted.

I had been advised severally to take writing classes, as if I hadn't had enough of them already.

Some writing classes took up all of my time, making it almost impossible for me to keep up with the deadlines. The curriculum was rushed over and thereafter, assignments and tests would be given. Those assignments, most of the time, were hardly even scored.

The other writing classes I attended promised that they were going to guide me until I arrived at my preferred writing level in life, of course that was a lie.

And these classes, unfortunately, were paid classes.

I had since decided to stop wasting my money purchasing them and focus on using the reading wide technique to improve on my writing, yet it was a slow process, and very discouraging too because I was hardly consistent with it.

As I walked on the streets of the place where I lived, Miley Cyrus's ‘The Climb’ still plugged into my ears, I wondered if she had once felt the way I was feeling now; utterly faithless and scared and I wondered what could possibly make her feel that way, she was a celebrity after all.

I didn't know what the right thing to do was, completely give up on trying to submit my writings to international clients and focusing on writing for the Nigerian stage and screen, or continuing to push ahead despite the persistent challenges.

I listened to the second verse of ‘The Climb’ and my eyes began to water. Miley really knew what I was passing through.

I don't know why I felt affected by the lyrics of Miley Cyrus's 'The Climb', I wasn't even a follower of Miley, but since this song seemed to speak loads to my heart, I downloaded it and made sure it was on repeat throughout that day.

By the end of the day, I had made my decision. I was going to keep trying, not because I was sure about what I was doing but because I got motivated by Miley's song. If she had passed through a similar incidence and decided not to let it break her, I could do the same.

I went back to look at the stories I had submitted, reading and editing to see if there was something I had missed. When I was certain that it was well written, I called one of my editor friends and asked her to go through them for me again for small fee, I was going to do dot all I’s and cross all t’s, then sit back and watch my dreams come true.