I think about it every day.
No, seriously.
Every day, I think about it. I ponder just giving up, and not going through the wasted time and effort of pulling through. (Not just on comics, mind you.)
Every time. The thought comes up. I'm not good. I'm not going to be able to do this. I might as well give up now, rather than later. I've abandoned so many projects, so what makes this any different? I can't do this by myself. I have not the skill to pull this off.
I suck. I haven't improved. I've lost so much, so why bother continuing when it's not the same as it used to be?
I've not done what I've wanted to do, so what's the point to continue?
Nobody cares if I were to give up.
Heck, even I might not care if I were to simply walk away and never return.
Nobody pays attention to the comic, because there's simply no reason to.
There's nothing unique, nothing astoundingly remarkable, nothing truly original featured in my comic, nothing of true note, nothing MEMORABLE.
My work doesn't have any lasting impact. It doesn't mean much to me at all, does it?
I have so many flaws which I will never be able to work out.
I have too few resources to be good enough.
I don't have the tools necessary.
I'm a complete amateur, especially compared to others who have done so much with what they have.
All this, and oh so very much more.
These are the kinds of thoughts I have. All the time, constantly. Always doubting, always critical, always extremely cynical. You'd think they'd be my undoing, eh? But no. To the contrary, it's these very thoughts which give me strength, for each and every one of them gets a counter.
I'm not good, but I am better than I originally was, meaning I could be worse. Not only that, but if I've progressed so much as an inch in ten years, I can still get better with time. I may suck now, but even if I were at rock-bottom, well, then, the only place I'd have left to go is up, improving. I may not notice that I've gotten better. I may always think that I haven't really made progress--but it's something which will with time eventually be proven to be true. And while I'll always find some new flaw which I missed before, all that means is it's something which I can practice to do better in the future.
I can do this, because when I set my mind to a task, I've previously been able to get it done, to devote myself to a cause worth fighting for, which my comic most certainly is. I've given up on so many things, sure, but what I've kept is all the more precious because of it--so I should fight hard to keep it, to not give it up as well, to see things through, following it to the end. I might want to give up later, but if I kept on going, if I pulled on through and refused to throw in the towel, wouldn't I feel better?
I'm never alone--there are always others there to help me. Even if I don't think about it, even if I don't realize it, they are there, supporting me in any way they can. And even if I never hear about it, there's always someone watching me, wanting, longing for me to keep on going. Nobody has expressed that they'd care if I give up, but that doesn't mean nobody would care if I did; plenty of people would never forgive me. And none more than myself, as I do NOT want to add this to the list of failures, an already massive pile. And while there may not be anything worth paying attention to yet...if I keep on improving, eventually, there WILL be. And there's always something in each and every comic which makes it special. Everything is unique in its own way; my comic is no different, having just as much place in the webcomic world as any other, if I know where to look. It may not look like it's anything special, but it has its charm...yet even if it didn't, all that means is that I need to keep on pushing until I find something which DOES attract people to it, make them want to come back. And as I've said before...if I've made so much as a single person happy, if I've made them laugh so much as once...then haven't I already done my job?
But even if I were to be alone...wouldn't the triumph of having pulled on through be worth it? Of having finally accomplished something by myself? Because when it comes down to it, it means more to me than it does to anybody else, and for that reason alone, I should continue.
And if I don't have the skill to pull it off now...well, then, I can still practice until I do. Hone my art, train my skills, do my best to get everything done which needs to be done, in order to better my craft. I have more skill to tap into than I could ever dream of, and if I fight hard and long enough, it will come to light with time. The skills simply need to be nourished a little to sprout and grow; they're already there, in waiting.
While I might have lost a lot, a great deal of what I no longer have was simply due to my inaction--it was the desire to give up which caused me to let go of those things, and had I fought to keep them, then I would still have them, so I don't want to lose anything else. I want to keep everything I've got, and gain oh so much more than what I ever could have if I just let go. It may not be the same as it used to be, but that doesn't mean it's worse. It can be a change for the better, and I can constantly keep on building and building upon things, to make it better and better.
I may not have done everything I want to, but I've already done far more than I ever could have hoped to have originally achieved--and there's still more time to get more done. I may never get everything I want to done, and in fact I really shouldn't be able to, but I should keep on trying, to continue the fight, to get as much done as I possibly can.
I have severe flaws which need to be worked out, yes...and while I'll never get them all, while in the process of fixing one I'll probably create two or three...the fact is that those flaws give me strength, as they give me a drive, forcing me to try and better my art, because it's not perfect and never will be. And I should be fine as long as I'm willing to accept that.
I may not have the tools others do, but it's the very lack of resources which makes what I DO accomplish as impressive as it is--sure, there will always be someone better than I am, who uses the same (if not less) resources as I do and still does better...but they only got that good by practicing, and probably looking up to others who they knew to be skilled, as I do for them. Meaning that if I continue on, if I keep on trying, keep on practicing, that maybe I can get as good as them eventually, and be proud of it even more than I already am.
I may be an amateur...but every professional once was. They were a newb at some point, and if I keep on going, I could be no different. Everyone good once wasn't as good, after all, even those who I look highly upon. I may not utilize everything I have to its full potential yet, when others I see do...but they were once in my position and managed to work it through.
And above all, the thing which drives me most? Knowing that in the end, regardless of failure or success, it'll all be worth it.
Everything keeps building upon itself. More and more is added to the tapestry of thought, and soon enough, what once was depression and an urge to give up has been turned completely around, renewing my vigor and increasing my determination to be greater than ever before.
I go through it every day, because I've become stronger every time.