I am probably no different from most people in that this question describes exactly what my biggest and most challenging problem is. It’s the first dilemma of the day when you wake up in the morning, and it follows you wherever you go, conveniently applying itself to any situation or issue in need of tackling. On a side note, the realisation that life has become something that one tackles is in itself a worrying issue: Horace's "pluck the day" has become a harsh "Squeeze the shit out of those 24 hours", but never mind.
As far as writing is concerned, I am convinced that some of the world’s greatest potential authors never even made it through their first page or even to their first word, and I blame it on this same question: “Where do I start?”. It is a paradox in the human intelligence that one can envision the greatest inventions, plan the most intricate and complex plot or have thought a process a million times through, yet when the first scriptural brick refuses to fall into place of its own accord, the disbelief and uncertainty that sometimes follows is often more than enough to blow away the confidence that was. A man comes to the conclusion that he is only a man, and nothing more... but the truth is, there is more. Success inevitably springs out of nowhere and nothing, yet still necessitates dedication and effort. Success requires ingenuity, ingenuity is achieved through creativity, and creativity requires faith: faith in oneself, faith in one’s abilities, faith in one’s beliefs, one’s dreams and one’s fears. Of course, compared to the world and all that has been achieved in its societies, you are nothing. But what is the world without you? What is the world without all of those like you? Those who have feelings, passions, dreams, fears and insecurities, just like you... Those who, claiming as their own these emotions and ideas, drove the world forward with their own creativity? Nothing, the world without these people – you, us – would be nothing.
So start from the beginning, start from the end. Pick up where you left off, or simply start all over again. You can’t lose what you never had, and in the end you’ll be better for you’ll have tried.
end note to self.
-APG-
Sunday, 27 April 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Frogs and storks
Following an idea from some crazy cypriot called Nassos, this blogg has risen from the depths of the unknown in order to conquer your world and take over your desktop! Straight from the streets of London, we bring you the beautiful, the ugly and the random! Don't stop to blink, read on.
In these hard times of stressful examinations and successful procrastination, you may think that writing posts destined to an obscure,yet attractive, blogg is self-destructive idiocy or, if you are one of those, escapatory genius; but the truth of the matter is that it is destiny. Yes it is destiny, and destiny it is that has brought you here to partake in the ritual mingling of the minds in the world-wide web of creativity that is "only" a couple clicks away.
Do you feel that your opinions and ideas serve no purpose other than to wear off the letters painted on your keyboard buttons? Are your 'delete' and 'backspace' buttons the only ones you hit without miss, every time around? Has life served you its share of hardship, leaving you eager to get your own and bite back? Do you have a sudden urge to leap onto the desk and challenge the muhammad ali poster hanging on your wall to a fight to the death?
If so, then you are standing in the right place. Simply take a step back, make a left turn, and run straight out the door, down the stairs, up past the picket fence and accross the river down near the old paper mill until you hit Main Street. Once you make it to Green Street, follow the white rabbit to the post office and send in your article to afromonkey.productions@gmail.com
If not, then simply mail your article, poem, picture, song, video, cake(?), essay or love letters to the address in the blogg's profile and it will do just as well.
This is your last moment of delusional freedom; from here on out, I work for you as you worked so long for him, but it's the they that we must worry about now. And so I propose a toast... to her, and to us! The blogg is now up, let's give this a try!
As Martin Luther said so well: "The world is too wicked to deserve princes much wiser and more just than this. Frogs must have storks."
-APG-
In these hard times of stressful examinations and successful procrastination, you may think that writing posts destined to an obscure,yet attractive, blogg is self-destructive idiocy or, if you are one of those, escapatory genius; but the truth of the matter is that it is destiny. Yes it is destiny, and destiny it is that has brought you here to partake in the ritual mingling of the minds in the world-wide web of creativity that is "only" a couple clicks away.
Do you feel that your opinions and ideas serve no purpose other than to wear off the letters painted on your keyboard buttons? Are your 'delete' and 'backspace' buttons the only ones you hit without miss, every time around? Has life served you its share of hardship, leaving you eager to get your own and bite back? Do you have a sudden urge to leap onto the desk and challenge the muhammad ali poster hanging on your wall to a fight to the death?
If so, then you are standing in the right place. Simply take a step back, make a left turn, and run straight out the door, down the stairs, up past the picket fence and accross the river down near the old paper mill until you hit Main Street. Once you make it to Green Street, follow the white rabbit to the post office and send in your article to afromonkey.productions@gmail.com
If not, then simply mail your article, poem, picture, song, video, cake(?), essay or love letters to the address in the blogg's profile and it will do just as well.
This is your last moment of delusional freedom; from here on out, I work for you as you worked so long for him, but it's the they that we must worry about now. And so I propose a toast... to her, and to us! The blogg is now up, let's give this a try!
As Martin Luther said so well: "The world is too wicked to deserve princes much wiser and more just than this. Frogs must have storks."
-APG-
No comments:
Post a Comment