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Short Story: The Motivator

She was putting herself down.

She kept saying it wasn’t good enough, and that it wouldn’t be finished in time.

But she pushed on anyway.

She soldiered through her tiredness of the project, through these feelings of not being good enough.

She finished it.

She showed it to me.

It was amazing. Unique. So well done.

I told her I loved it. I loved her inking, I loved her idea in general. The execution was very nice. She nailed it.

Her doubts quelled for a moment. She was able to hear a compliment and gain some confidence in herself and her work. Somebody liked it, and somebody had given her an honest compliment.

She could look at this work she’d produced, get rid of the doubts for even just a moment and tell herself that someone liked it.

I was just happy that she grew to like it too, after all those struggles.

 

He always talked down on himself and saw his work as inferior.

He always looked at other people and said that they could do it better. He doubted himself and kicked dirt at his dreams very often.

But I was here.

I saw his talent that he glossed over and always told him that he should never give up.

He is talented and recently, he finally saw himself as such.

He kept producing his comic and his work as he wanted to, even going back to change some of the older pages to improve the quality after his artwork had improved so much over the last few years.

He has grown so much.

And I am so happy that I got to watch the journey.

 

She received negativity towards her work, and she lost her motivation to create for a little while.

What was the point, she would ask herself, if people were just going to give meaningless and mean spirited critiques?

Ignore them, we told her.

Your work is unique and beautiful because you made it. You’ve been on such a long journey, and you’ve learned so much that nobody could ever hope to take away from you.

Keep creating.

She took the words and nodded her head.

She fearlessly dove back into her creative field to start creating amazing work all over again, and we loved each and every piece.

I’ve known her for a long time.

She’s come a long way and I got to watch a bit of skill turn into masterful skills.

 

I am the motivator.

My friends can get down on themselves and their work sometimes, as anyone can.

I accept that.

But I also accept my duty to lift them up and remind them that they’ve travelled a long journey that isn’t worth giving up on. That they have so much more to learn and create, there’s no reason to give up now.

I am their motivation…

And they are mine.

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