Off distractions

There are so many distractions in this world.

It is relentless.

The notifications. Pings. Banners. Pop Up’s. Hit after hit after hit.

This distraction economy that we live in that keeps us in line.

It keeps us from critical thinking. Keeps us from flow. Keeps us from that really productive work and keeps us operating on that surface level.

Dumbed down, just enough so we buy the next toy. The next app. The next upgrade. By keeping us pacified, we stay a participant. A participant in the system. The capitalist system set up to keep us enslaved. Willingly.

It’s time to switch off and leave the phone at home.

 

Stuck

I’m stuck.

Where once I was writing frequently, i’ve now fallen into a rut.

Where I originally struck out with the intention, just do it, just write, just get something out there, I then archived a lot of crap, realising that it was all self indulgent. The posts were nothing more than an outpouring. A release. An unstructured thought bubble of whatever came up in my mind at that moment.

Writing first thing in the morning seems to be the best option.

Developing a consistent writing routine will help to pull you out of it.

 

Goodbye on a new moon

Update: 14-Jun 19

I wrote this as an expression of creativity to alleviate some of the dark feelings I was going through at the time.

 


 

Goodbye on a new moon

He hung himself in a hotel room in Prague.
The relentless turbulence of his mind got too much.
He didn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel and it had gone on long enough.
For nearly a year his emotions had fluctuated in extremes.
One minute he was doing one thing, the next something else.
He fled his job, his home and his country for a remedy at a better life.
What he found was more of the same.
Maybe it was worse.
Now there really was no distraction. Just foreign speaking strangers in an unfamiliar streetscape.

The only moments of humanity was the brief smile from the server as coffee was placed on the table. The only human connection. Everything else was isolation.
What did it matter?
Darkness carried, unbeknownst to others.
The saddest part was breaking his father’s heart.


 

 

You can’t edit an empty page

The more you think about writing something, the more you freeze.

There is nothing as intimidating as the crisp white page or the blank canvas.

But get something down.

Anything.

It doesn’t have to be great. It doesn’t have to be much. But start.

Because it’s only once you have put pen to paper that you can whittle, refine and improve what you are trying to say.

You can’t edit an empty page.

Dare greatly

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

– Theodore Roosevelt

Everything you know is wrong

“psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window, psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behaviour and information processing. They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.”

– Terrence Mckenna