I don't normally do this, and it's not
something that's going to become a habit, it just so happens that I
had a really bright moment in my journal the other day. It was a
moment that I thought was deep and profound, but I'm not sure if it
will work that way in the light of day.
Anywho, here we go:
“I'm exhausted. I want to go to
sleep. I want to go home. I want, I want, I want... I irritate myself
sometimes. And, ya know, I really must not want to get ahead in life.
If I did I believe I'd be busting my ass a little bit harder to get
Cold Lunch written.”
(This section obviously isn't the deep
profound moment. It's the way I start out a journal entry on a
typical work day. And, yes, I do talk to myself in my journal... or
something to that effect.)
“Why can't this shit be easy?”
“Well, writing is easy for you.
You're a naturally creative person who can pretty much turn it on and
off like a light switch.”
“I wouldn't go that far with it...”
“I would. There's proof on your
f***ing computer that you can do this shit and you're sitting here
whining about it. All you need to do to get this novel done is put
some effort into it. If you spend half the time writing that you
spend whining you'd have the book finished.”
“I'm not going to beat up on ya for
the past. (Same speaker, new paragraph.) You didn't do this or that,
yadda yadda yadda. You can't go back and change that. The only thing
you can do now is change the future. You an only work with the here
and now. The past is just that, the past, it's passed you by, it's
gone, quit trying to go back to it. I know you're thinking a “but”...
Don't. Hit that bitch with a shovel right now, and focus on the
future. Now, say it with me:
“The past is the past. It's done and
gone and I can't change it. The only thing I can do is live in the
here and now. The only thing I can do is keep this shovel with me,
and keep carrying on. Keep calm and carry on. And, always remember:
Bitches love
shovels.”
And,
yeah, I felt that was kind of deep. At least I think it was for me.
Anywho, that's all from me.
Later
kids.
Ryan
5-6-14
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