Awww. I love this so much.
I feel like this speaks to something in me that no one else has pinpointed. I feel myself drifting from old friends who aren’t trying to chase the big dreams they had, back when I was just dreaming of being a novelist too. We all started out dreamers, some of us are succeeding, some are still getting our preliminary failures out of the way, but the friends I had who are just plugging along and letting their dreams fall to the wayside...that does seem like a crime.
A very interesting perspective, I think. I’ve never heard an argument anything like this one.
Right now, I feel like I'm in this icky in-between spot of having failed A WHOLE MESS OF TIMES with my writing, but not yet started this whole "mastery" thing.