I am inspired and then write. But no.
Dedicated to those who told me the other day: "I'm not inspired, are not in proper condition, I can not write. "
In my speech a little 'rough, when the words stumbling over one another and run together such as children leaving school and collide and push each other and clash in a cheerful hubbub, maybe I could do well to express what I meant. I do here, so maybe you need also to others.
The concept was more or less like this: no need to be inspired to write . This is done and nothing else. How to eat, sleep, pamper yourself or make a poop (yes that too, why do the hunting - and I repeat with great gusto - it is important), although I personally find the comparison fairer write = meditate. The
pleasure of writing is first of all in the very act of putting the letters one after another. The What and as - and perhaps also because - come later.
But as I understand that if one has not (yet) experienced might be a bit 'confused, I expand my thinking.
Inspiration is a ruse, an excuse, an excuse, depending on which side you look at it.
Of course, at the beginning may seem a thing: I'm inspired and then write (besides the "sacred fire" can emerge only from a narrow slit or an opening, always finding a way to express themselves). Of course, often the "holy fire" is released under the pressure of strong emotion - and then explosive, vital, raw energy, but, as such, uncontrollable, and therefore not replicable. In the end it is he who commands.
and return to the starting point. and if I write when are inspired, nothing otherwise.
So? Need a change of perspective . Reversing the cause-effect relationship. Here's how.
a closer look is never the outside world that influence our actions, but it's the opposite, even though almost never realize it.
pause for just a minute. Something happens, I will cause an emotion, I write about it (often instinctively, without thinking too much). And if nothing happens?
Let us try to consider it this way: the external event is a gimmick, a tool that resonates with something that already exists within me and it starts up, it lights up. But - I repeat - the fuel is me inside, not outside, and is always available.
Now let's take a step further. If I already have the fuel and I know that an external event will only be the fuse, then I get one from the fuse that most suits me, without waiting for a "random". It may be a fuse from outside, but at this point, why not, even inside.
So then does not matter the nature of the event, because the process has now been passed from outside to inside . In other words, I have now learned to express it by drawing on something already in me.
I decide that I want to write and do it. No matter what I'm talking (at least not right away: it is obvious that if one's job, what and how to have a certain weight, but that's another story). It's all over the toilet paper? I was flooded the basement? I do not know what to cook? Are immobilized and can not move? Everything is fine, because now I am self-feed me, I am self-stimulus, a potentially perpetual process, and then just start to "tear down" what comes into my in the head, everything takes shape and meaning. It lights up. Me and with me.
doing so I am free because I remove the dependency on external causes, recovery autonomy, increased my awareness. And I open up: the world, to life, energy flow, the "holy fire". And here I am to the point. You see? Now I who turned the "sacred fire". I turned the tables. I started moving, I have become dynamic. The "holy fire" has become a friend and write is no longer a problem.
Only by understanding that the inspiration is part of us, a resource available at any time, to collaborate and by whom to be dominated or dominate (which in some ways is the same thing because it implies a difference of the parties, an abuse of power), then you can make sense of this strange thing called "writing". That of course is not only draw symbols on paper, on the sand or on the monitor of a digital device, but any part of a simple gesture: to put "black on white" something that resonates within us and asking to be given. Then that writing is something personal that has a taste and a different taste each time, different for each one we all agree. But everything comes from within us. A letter after another.
For now I'll stop here. A little 'patience until the next post, because I still have something to say;)
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