After returning from that ordeal to resume work and rejoin the internet, everything seemed like trivial bullshit—because it was. Disingenious money grabs highlighted themselves. Haters’ words lost their put-on quaintness and looked like hatespeak. Bad content looked like noise, loud promotion looked like desperation, and all speed was stupid. And it was startling how often loud, stupid, and desperate all came together, as if they were a bundled package given to anyone without confidence in the value of what they were saying.
I can completely relate to where Frank is coming from. This past November I lost my Grandma. She was the first close family member that I’ve lost, which makes me more fortunate than most. Afterwards, I wrote about the impact the death of my Grandmother had on me professionally as well as my growing frustration within my current role as a designer, which echoed closely with Frank’s above sentiment.
Now after having had a few months pass, the cynicism I once felt isn’t as sharp, however I still haven’t found the right balance between creating work that has an impact and paying the bills. I’m sure striking this accord is one of life’s great achievements, and perhaps I’m naive in thinking I should have it figured out at 29 years old. That’s what 30′s for right? Let’s hope so, but until then, I’m going to simply resolute to “share what I know.” Which, as it turns out, isn’t as much as I’d like.
The above passage was taken from Frank Chimero’s post, This One’s for Me, in which he writes about returning to work after losing his parents.