Whenever I write, it starts the same way; I start with absolutely no idea of what I should write about. That is no excuse not to write though. I haven’t written at all in a long time now, I tend to slip out of the habit from time to time and end up not writing anything for weeks and months. Then other parts of the year I write every day, several times a day.
Today I feel a bit low, for no apparent reason. I’m not feeling guilty about anything, I don’t feel sad about anything in particular. Just sad. Usually, people can’t notice it. Or at least, they don’t point it out to me directly. I think I just need a rest. I haven’t taken the time away from the chaos, that is, my life in a long time. I need a week of recuperating with a few good books and just time alone.
I can’t think!
My brain is mush from being too long in character and focusing on things that don’t really matter in the long run.
I am happy with what I do, though; if I hadn’t been happy I wouldn’t have been here. I don’t feel like doing anything other than what I’m doing at the moment and there are no clear indications, telling me I should be doing something else. Indications never lie. Some people call it instinct, sixth sense or signs from God. I just call it patterns. The patterns are telling me to keep doing what I’m doing and focus on the process.
I hear a lot of complaint from people about their professional lives – whether they mean it or not. I have a very simple answer to everyone: “Then quit!”
Brendon Burchard said: “There are two things that change your life: either something new comes into your life, or something new comes out of you.” Which is probably the most concise way of putting it. Things do occasionally come into our lives but most of us sit around like dormant cattle until something does without any proactivity, whatsoever, in our daily routines.
That’s a good word, proactivity. Proactivity means you’re not waiting for things to happen, you’re trying to make things happen. Wish craft and daydreams mean nothing to you if you don’t act on it. We talk a big game and say we want this and that – but when push comes to shove, we don’t do shit about our circumstance. Our circumstance is simple and I like to say that we don’t have any idea of what we want or where we’re going. We’re following the path that has been laid out to us having no fucking idea where the road leads except that someone else said it was swell.
The truth is, we end up the same way, whether we become famous movie stars with millions of dollars net worth or homeless beggars fighting rodents for meals. We’re all going to die and the maggots don’t give a shit about our college degrees nor the legacy that we created.
If you don’t like it where you are why do you keep insisting you need to stay there? It’s like we are morbidly fixated with pain and displeasure. We love hating our circumstance and wouldn’t leave it for the world. We pretend that we want happiness and that we do what we do so that we can live “happily ever after,” not realizing that there’s no such thing as happily ever after. The road only leads to one place.
Get off your ass and make something happen in your life.
‘Life is too short’, and all that…