As JFM said, you’re either writing or you’re not.
Without capturing the words, ideas become useless. It’s only through practice that we get to crystallize our thoughts and form a coherent framework. It’s through the daily grind that we begin to understand where else we need to improve, turning our weak points to strengths, so that we gain confidence in the work that matters to us. As we pick up badges, we don’t get closer to the truth; instead, we get better at only saying things that push our narrative forward.
It is by writing our thoughts, whatever it is, hoewever ridiculous it sounds, that ideas are born. Stories are told. People get to speak. The audience listen. And connection is forged.
It is through writing that can intricately search our thoughts and have the space necessary to tell how we feel about the world. The blank space becomes a generous container for emotions, even when at times we don’t know exactly where we’re leading to. We just know that the emotions are real and need to come out. Such authenticity is what grips on hearts and stays for long. We remember what it made us feel.
I had an epiphany today as I absorbed Colin Wright’s blog and received a message from a writer I admire. Words have always pulled me.
Though I want to give up writing at times and do something else, I also want to succeed. It’s ironically beautiful.
Even as we say there’s no point to our dreams, circumstances remind us yet of the best decision we could ever make: to learn when not to give up.
It only gets interesting as we steel our will as the days unfold, year after year, failing, succeeding, and learning new things. That’s what dreams are meant for. To fuel us. That even if the tiniest flicker seems to escape, it still burns when we know where we really want to go.
There’s a certain freedom to knowing what you want, or by just discovering it piece by piece. It gives you a sense of duty to make calculated decisions. It becomes a journey you keep paving because the next day you might die and you’ve got really nothing else that weighs heavily in your heart. Because you care about a few, you let go of ridiculous races that, at the end of the day, don’t add up to who you want to be.
This kind of freedom begins by asking ourselves if what we do every day, the choices we make, aligns with our beliefs and values — who we say we are. If they don’t, we always have a choice to switch.
If we can align our values with our daily actions, we don’t fool ourselves. We don’t let ourselves stuck in pleasure and hiding, which only creates pain. Instead, we listen to our gut and act on it. We take the leap.