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We are living in a world of fantasy. Fantasizing about
what we aspire and never taking the bull by its horns like a matador to get
what we are in need of. We are devoid of action and like being risk averse by
reclining back to our cocoons of contentment. We want things on a silver
platter and forget that there is a leeway in asking and starting towards
getting there bit by tad.
Eating is a perfect example of how we should approach
what we want. When one is hungry, he or she looks for a place to find food.
Likewise when thirsty, you quench your thirst by drinking water (some bottled
half litre bottles are charged as much as sh.600). Water is life because 70% of
the earth and our bodies are water if geographers and biologists are to be
relied on.
Many a times, it is easy to brush things aside without taking any action
whatsoever. I have been having a dream of introducing or is it marketing my
blog to a newer crop of readers but I have found it very tasking and tasking. I
am not a good marketer after all. Yet I know the components and principles of a
good marketer. Say wasting education and letting it go to the dogs. Hope my
mentor will help out, that is, if I ever make it to say Hi (Guess I am too
busy).
I have no expert experience in doing it what I love.
Albeit I desire to build a formidable network that I can rely on. It is
sometimes good to make confessions. I am like Tarzan in the jungle. I look up
to no one but the animals who are my company. I aptly have no idea of what my
brand should be about (kind of vague). As such I am on a sabbatical leave to
rediscover my prospects in life which should be studious and less preemptive.
That brings me to what I should be really worried about. Motivation. There is
power in motivation. There is energy and pep, and the fact that you can do
anything if motivated is a plus. Motivation changes everything and plays a
crucial role in giving one some form of nirvana. I know that burnout is a very
crucial aspect in life. Writer burn out if not checked can be very piercing
resulting in a tinge of resignation and exhaustion. Bet even the most prolific
writers go through these phases in life. Ahoy, I am not alone.
Not caring as deeply as you did just moments ago can be a profoundly
disconcerting experience. It ideally affects creativity and will power to surge
on to the next level by transcending the previous one.
However, this is not a slog. My mental resources are not
yet exhausted. I would have wished to be in a quilt and slumber my tribulations
of having not yet got there but I cannot. My eyes are crimson out of the many
hours spent behind a box that looks like it will become my home when I no
longer have the motivation that could exonerate me from connecting the dots
that have kept me far away yet am very near. It is like getting immersed in
artistry at the end of a grueling day- you keep on losing and losing.
Every other time I take a matatu, I usually wish I would
sit reclusively devoid of discompose from another passenger and mull over
whatever comes my way. Then I can retrospectively reflect on the things observed
and those that matter most to me.
Sometimes when I write, the flowery words usually come
naturally without any ado resulting in seamless segues. Such times, ideas flow
like they never have before and I get to like what I read even though I know of
people who can never reread their script after scribing the content in their
brains on black and white.
When I usually feel disillusioned, I know of where to
commiserate. It is never easy at times to let out the frustrations but you have
to let them out. Writing is one of the most intelligent ways to let the rage or
irk fade away. Even if none will lay eyes on the piece of creativity, you sure
are able to let out that which disturbs the mind.
When my brain and soul shuts down, my hands are like, “To
hell with writing, nobody even cares about what I gibber about anyway. It’s too
much work. Dude get a life.” But there is that feeling that rings at the back
of my mind assuaging me never to give up hope but to get it write. Rome was not built in one
day and that patience pays.
Sometimes I wish I could brew new stories. I take that
coveted timeout to reflect more. To find out what I need to do different. I
immerse myself in the comfort of books. I have left so many halfway due to my
greed. I trust that time will heal the urge of my lethargy that keeps on
shifting intermittently. Trying hard copies, I realized works magic. Even
writing on a piece of paper is more magical and sensational. It’s more natural
and fulfilling. Just like sipping a cold bottle of tusker malt on a hot Saturday
afternoon watching some the exciting BPL.
Reading soft copies is tactically hard and laborious. You
must keep peace at one point which is never easy. Your eyes get dehydrated of
tears and you occasionally suffer from bouts of seizures related to being an
onscreen nerd onsite a give point for long. The corollary of this is extrinsic motivation
where a person acts upon beliefs that are not held by that person.
Writing to achieve a competitive advantage is everyone’s desire.
It is soothing and helpful. Even amateurs like yours truly are usually wishing
to make it big some day in life. Get an audience and build on them as they
built a brand that is unrelenting. But again, the only probity I can offer is
the lack of assertion on my part.
The toughest part is rejection burn out. No one seems to
notice the time you take to come up with good content or lack of thereof. Even
those you thought would appreciate your writing never do so. They are passersby
on a journey seldom making sojourns. No one is a Good Samaritan (Read fan).
Like the Levite, they never want to besmirch their status by associating with a
low life. They are on the move, forgetting that the journey of a thousand miles
starts with a single step. Getting there is not easy, some arrive at the verge
of their senility and resurrect their energy more strong that they make
juggernauts that are have a formidable force to reckon with.
I am stilling working out on a cascade of inspiration to
make it to be the best of who I aspire to be. Write well and creatively even if
the motivation is that I will continue being the sole reader of my content and
perhaps find a way of marketing my blog much better in a way that is gradual
and geometrically with time. When I embark on writing my novel, I will do it
with the steadfastness of a victor having knowledge that the going is never
easy.
While I idle in this sea of the unknown, my premise is to
therapeutically disengage when it is right and to find solace to get to the
next level by making effort each day. I want to make writing my sprezzatura. It means effortless grace, all easy, doing something cool without apparent effort.
SITUONANE.
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