001: Moving through a block

Started up a random stream of consciousness when I have been feeling stuck on Twitter. But I guess the problem is just getting started, isn't it? Once the fingers starts flying across the keys, the words come pouring out. The slightest pressure to start moving is an invitation to continue producing art for the world.

This makes me think about people who are unable to move forward. I liken it as the crippling fear at the top of the wall, being left with a simple reach across the body to send the project. Physically and mentally, we have the ability to start chipping away at the problem in front of us. Notice I did not say to 'solve' it, because that just offers disrespect to the Masters of the world. I like to continue listen to the demands inside to move, and ignore the cries to stop.

Before this word vomit, I was inspired to start this by Visa's 1000 000-word challenge, where he writes 1000 essays of 1000 words each. My first thought was, 'can I do such a thing?' The simple answer is that we don't know until we try.

That's the fact of it, isn't it? We start out as squalling infants being unable to even crawl, let alone find food and shelter, find love and build monoliths as the human civilisation has done (among other not-so-impressive/friendly) things. But the boundary has always been pushed by a once-squalling infant deciding 'this will not do' and moving forward, even while he or she is wondering whether or not it is possible.

Ultimately, the price of moving forward is much smaller than that of not having moved at all. I commonly hear the most frequent regret is not having done X, where X denotes some act of love or adventure.

At a state when I'm running dry, the typing of keys and the expression of words make me start up again. Perhaps when we are getting tired, we start check the metrics more, just to see whether we are there yet. I have never felt that I reached 'there', wherever 'there' can be found. Previously, it was all a journey of effort and expectation. Expectation of a feeling that has not been experienced, but perhaps the effort was the thing to be experienced.

This has been a curious small meander where I talk briefly about (1) fear and the problem in front of us, (2) Visa's inspiration, (3) moving forward as a civilisation and (4) moving forward instead of regretting it on our deathbeds. I realised how in times of difficulty, I have relied on the crutch of 'moving forward' in order to suppress the emotion within me and well, keep moving forward in life.

So pause my little meander and let's all continue moving forward. It has been a pleasant experience of 500 words, and let's see if this continues.