I’m currently reading the obstacle is the way, and I find it is great literature to get yourself out of a piteous slump. As a writer there are days when depression slopes into your skin, tiptoeing along your bones and turning them to sand. You want to, but sometimes you think to yourself man I can’t. The obstacle is often ourselves. We may not be content but we haven’t experienced enough pain to propel us forward, I’ve said this many a time. Use something to push you, to propel you forward. Maybe your work lacks excitement, or you simply hate the job, maybe it’s too systematic for you, or your dealing with something as complex as a broken heart. Or even better you can visualise your arch nemesis grinning as you fail, so maybe you just want to wipe the smirk off their face. So wipe it off, imagine the look on their faces when you do accomplish your goal, imagine how disheartened they’ll be, they did everything to sabotage you, and now here you are, tasks completed, goal accomplished, message announced, don’t come for this one. Just visualise it , I promise you it will feel real good.
I was listening to a motivational video this morning as I often do to spur me on from writers block, or any negative chi blocks in the morning. The topic was being obsessed. The argument was that as an omnipotent figure in the design of your work, you have to become obsessed with it, consumed by it, go beyond the basic hard work skeleton. You see, a story is formulating already. We are the stories we tell ourselves, the beliefs we have in our potential. If we believe we can produce 2000 more words in the night , this night, we will. The mind is as water it is a free thing, mind and brain are separate. The brain has a structure, a format an organ, the mind is an infinitive. It will take you to where eagles soar, a phoenix laid it’s first egg, man mated with sea beast to form the first mermaid, it is wizardry. To not tap into its Pandora, and allow yourself a little of the Jekyll in you, should be identified as self treason. Your life is your mind, the internal dialogue you have within yourself , a rhetoric we hold unto. Yet with the Mozart’s, and the Einstein’s, and the Marx I recommend we change a little of the conversation, tilt that gate open and let some of that river shimmer out.