You. Yes, you. The writer. Maybe you're not as successful as you would like to be. Maybe you're having trouble paying your bills. Maybe somebody made an off-hand remark on writers that are somewhat similar to Your Very Important Persona so you took offense at that. Maybe somebody didn't even care to make an off-hand remark. Maybe the sky is falling because you have something less than others or others have something different from what you have and so you're envious (oh, I remember when I whined at my dear husband for not having good enough English, mentioning that Stephen King, for example, was waaaaay better than me – and at first I didn't even get why he laughed at my statement).
But I can assure you, the sky did not fall because life treated you unfairly. Please check this out for me – I have a suspicion that the sky didn't fall because King's English is better than mine. In fact, the sky is pretty beautiful today, and it doesn't give a damn about your disadvantages and the Overall Unfairness Of It All, and some half-anonymous entity saying something that could be interpreted as an offense if you really tried.
I know you can interpret almost anything as an offense. I bet you can prove that the person that you for some reason dislike is a self-absorbed ignorant fool. I even think that you can prove how that disadvantage you have represents a Major Flaw In The Setup Of The Universe, and do it without batting an eyelid (if this was Thursday, I'd make it a prompt). I have absolutely no doubt that you really really feel the world coming to an end and the sky literally falling because you're having a bad hair day.
Because you are a writer. You have the ability to express yourself fully and even more than that.
You can create new universes by words. You can create worlds unfamiliar and foreign, as well as worlds so familiar we can touch them with our fingertips, and often it's both things at the same time.
You can do it. And you do it every day, re-shaping the very universe you're living in.
Well, everybody does that, of course.
But only if you have a way with words, you'll be able to make your whining and complaining and exaggerating believable. Only then will you make the world as you experience it real both for yourself and others.
But why on earth are you using your magical powers just to make your world this gloomy place, leaving all the adventure and mystery and excitement and beauty for the “imaginary” world of your writing?
And why on earth am I doing it?