The loneliness of the nameless man - Be a new in Steemit {Translated]

When we arrive at a new place, the first thing we feel is a void that is mixed with a bunch of good intentions, whitch make up what we want to show and represents us. Some they want to show own lives, others talent, but, no matter what it is, they are always exposed, vulnerable and condemned to suffer what I call 'the loneliness of the nameless man'.

Nameless man because we are under the label of 'new', of invisible, unknown people; of men looking to show an image in front of people who consider us strangers and who think that we do not do enough to capture their attention, even though we are hundreds fighting to distinguish ourselves before their eyes and we fighting against thousands of "old" who already they have managed to capture the time of each user.

That's why I think that every beginning is similar to a nocturnal jungle. At first sight it is beautiful and full of life, but in the shadows, the struggle for survival hides. We find that survival, in our case, in each publication. Between words and html codes there is a silent battle, an attempt to add color to our factions, forms to our body and sound to our voice in the imagination of our readers. Because, although it does not look like it, each post has a sign that shouts: "Look at me! give me the opportunity to have a name".

When I decided to be an active member of Steemit, I made the decision with my back to my fears. I have always been a person who takes the first steps without hesitation but, once on the road, hesitates, stumbles and feels very afraid of every action. I have a few days left to complete a month in this community and I must admit that since my arrival I felt like a man of paper. I tried to shape myself through words, because it was the only way to reach each one of the users, but it was extremely difficult.

It was especially difficult for one reason that I think we have all suffered. As "new" on many occasions - or at least this is my experience - beyond money, what hurts is to go unnoticed, to feel that our work did not have any meaning for people, in short, do not read us.

By nature most of the "new" we are impatient. We think of immediate results; we constantly compare ourselves with people who have been around for a longer time, and we are even daring to secretly disqualify other jobs because we consider ourselves superio. Deep down we feel a great pain for not seeing the opportunities in a real way. Although those thoughts are far from reality.

And it is far from reality because to be a new is not subject to time, but, rather, to the mentality. A mentality that we all suffer at the beginning and that we overcome in more or less time, but, regardless of the case, be a "new" means having the audacity to fight for something that we consider valuable. To that "something" many call them dreams, talents, longings; However, once we understand that through perseverance objectives are reached, we stop being new and begin to build the true beginning.