I am a writer and I hate other ‘writers’ who fully take my writings and treat them like theirs without giving me credits.

I am a writer and I critically condemn heartless people who republish my articles or stories to the public without asking for my greenlight.

I am a writer and I detest any form of artwork that is not purely made by humans who boast themselves as “artists”.

I feel sad whenever I realise that true artists with their genuinely-created artworks are not appreciated.

Even worse, they are monetarily downgraded.

True artworks don’t need worldwide attentions to get applauded. They just need sincere sincerities from those who touch, read, see, listen and buy them.

A sincere artist, regardless of backgrounds, will produce artworks that naturally exist in his or her heart and mind.

He or she can’t never be paid and forced to do artworks that are beyond his or her philosophies and beliefs.

A sincere artist doesn’t chase after prominence and millions of revenues.

He or she doesn’t even mind how much bucks earned from their unseen struggles.

A great artist produces excellences in every artwork without hoping to be hailed and obsessively valued.

And a real artist doesn’t need to be “someone else” to be loved, liked, hailed, saluted, admired, obsessed and remunerated.

A true artist could still survive even without breaths of admirations.

What makes an artist “artist” is naturality.

So, artists, why should we imitate others’ works to look great?

We are great in our own greatness.

* The writer is a yuppie working in the cosmopolitan city of Kuala Lumpur. Writing is his passion.

** The views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author(s) and do not necessarily reflect the position of Astro AWANI.