You’re uninspired today; tired, dazed, and confused. Why?
You choose to be uninspired. Your actions, your thoughts: both reveal inspiration. And yet? You remain uninspired.
You must seek it out, that spark of imagination. The thing that gets your mind racing. The stuff that puts a rhythm in your step. You choose to be inspired, so do it.
Just fucking do it. Be inspired.
Where’s your discipline? Where’s your focus? What are you doing stumbling around in the dark? You think you know where you’re going. You think you know what you’re doing. You think you understand discipline and focus, but clearly you do not.
Discipline isn’t something that you want to do. It isn’t something that you wish you’d do. And it isn’t something that you think you do. It’s the actual doing, every single day.
Not want. Not hope. Not once in a fucking while. It’s every single day. It’s doing it. It’s doing it well. It’s doing it despite the fucking chaos around you.
It’s the hard work. It’s the never quitting. It’s the never cheating. It’s the not even thinking about skipping out. It’s the steep path that no one takes. It’s the fucking grind that wears you down and builds you up, and it’s a stranger to you.
Look at what you want to do. Think about it. Focus. Then fucking do it. Then do it again. And again. And again. And do it well.
You fail when you quit. You fail when you skip out to watch television. You fail when you task switch a hundred times a day from the thing you want to do well. You fail when you succumb to the noise around you. Stop. Focus. Do.
There is no fucking try. Just do it. And do it well.
So have you done it yet? That thing. That one new thing. Something done better than you’ve ever done before. Have you created today? Do it.
Build it. Write it. Paint it. Throw it against the fucking wall. But do one thing every single day. And do it well.
It’s just one thing. It doesn’t have to be big. It doesn’t have to be great. But it’s got to get done. And it’s got to be the best you can do. Because if you don’t do that one thing, you can’t do two. Or three. Or anything worth being done.
And if it’s not done well you learn nothing. And if you’re not learning and you’re not creating, then what’s the fucking point?
What’s stopping you? It’s just ONE thing.
You’re stupid. You’re inexperienced. You’re maladjusted. You’re human. You deny your flaws, frustrated at yourself. Make peace with your limits and look for ways to grow. Or, ignore your flaws, and choose to foster your own ignorance.
And don’t just make peace with your humanity, use it to your advantage. Use it to teach others. Use it to fuel your own creativity. Nothing exists without purpose if you can figure out how to give it meaning. Alternatively, everything is meaningless if you choose it to be. How you decide to look at things changes what you find.
How can you spot ignorance? Is everyone plotting against you? Do other people make you furious? Do inanimate objects frustrate you? Is everything stupid? That’s ignorance — your own. If you choose to see it as everyone else’s problem, you’re missing out on a chance to learn, and you look like a fool in the process. Of course everyone else is flawed, but so are you. And you can actually do something about you.
So, what will you choose? What will you find?
It’s the background thread that feeds your consciousness. It’s your ideas, your inspirations, and your motivations. It’s moody. It’s ferocious. It’s hungry. It’s your muse, and it’s dieing.
And you’re killing it. Do you even know it exists? Don’t you realize that it’s the you you’re proud of? And everything you loath about yourself is its slow, painful death. Your apathy toward your own flaws sucks the muse of its song. Your sloth toward your own edification starves it. Your chaotic life robs it of its peace. You choose to kill it. You choose to kill the things you like about yourself.
Your muse is the measure of your life’s balance. Don’t fuck with it. Feed it good things when it hungers. Rest it when it tires. Exercise it regularly. Guard it with your life, or suffer a mundane existence.
Read a book. Take a road trip. Appreciate art. Embrace nature. Stare at the stars. Listen to music. Eat great food. Enjoy. Reflect. Meditate. Rest. Imagine. Create. Express. Wonder. Feed your fucking muse, or its death will be your life without color.
You stand on the edge of an abyss. Behind you a wasteland, a world of meaningless excess. You despise the waste and the numb sustenance it provides, and yet it’s your home. It’s your comfort. It’s you.
The abyss ahead is your unknown. Dreams. Ideals. Inspirations. A new life. It’s who you want to be. And you’re just standing looking at it, wishing to be there. You’re not.
You’re behind a desk in a job that sucks the life out of you. You squander your money on crap you don’t need. You’re cornered in debt. You’ve stopped reading. You’ve stopped thinking. You’ve stopped making. You’ve stopped dreaming. Are you still you?
Why don’t you do it? Do something great. Change who you are.
Why not?
