I wrote this article a little while ago for a friend blog. I thought it was time to reshape and revamp motivation for the year!
There are many challenges in our
lives that we can easily walk away from. Trials that phase us either the right
or wrong way. There are plenty of times in a young artist's life when giving
into the odds is easier than spiting them.
Transforming from girl to woman, boy
to man, is a course both chaotic and indirect. Nonetheless finding yourself in
this oblivious world is a straight forward blur of uncertified facts mixed with
a mirage of fictitious morals.
Imagine yourself at the bottom
platform of a cascading staircase. Your glance is met with all the necessary
steps to acquire the high beacon.
Your focus not declaring or assuming
its presence. In life and in love, faith tells you, it exists. It speaks loudly
in your ear persuading your greatest efforts of this wonderful idea of success.
Eyes closed, deep breaths taken in. Picking up each foot to make the next
sacrificing stride. This staircase leads you up a winding beautiful mountain.
The scenery claiming no faults in any direction. Quiet peace surrounding your
persona. Welcoming in this attitude of gratitude; you are calm and powerful.
Hope lingers beside the knowledge of your daring being, ever so silently.
As you make your way further up
the curving pathway, not knowing what the next step may bring you; trust first,
then believe. Without question or much hesitation you begin to hear a faint
annoyance of a buzzing. Turning around, the landscape empty except of you.
Ignoring the humming whispers, you decide to press on. Suddenly, the small buzz
has turned into a crack in the stone, a trip in your step. Staggering your
progress and casting your view down. Faces appear at your shins grasping at
your weaknesses and applauding them in mockery. The doubts and fears you have
start challenging you, whispering to you false information. They tell you there
is no chance in paradise with you ever reaching the top of this hill. You're
never going to accomplish the task ahead. The last ones always cutting the
deepest; you are unworthy of being victorious. Draining the potential power
left to win this race. They have made a personal commitment to bringing you to
your knees in definite defeat.
You stumble trying to keep balance.
Scraping by another inch or so. You rise each foot again and again. Pledging
your name to that trophy. The new found strength in your legs makes the effort
easier. There's a break between the white clouds and your destination is in
pleasant view.
Throwing your hands up in the air.
Hallelujah on your tongue. You have made the long journey. On top you are
welcomed with applause and a celebration of your triumph.
In closing a final tune to keep in mind:
When you’re stuck in rut, and your
story won't fly.
Think
of the thoughts that make your heart jump and the setting catered your way.
What
words would be said and words be exchanged, how confident are you with the
world you have created?
Can
you think up a rhyme or a time of age?
A
character’s name or how it will end?
Just
remember when you’re down on your pen and your ink has run dry, tomorrow has a
better thought in mind for the end of your lines.
Best
wishes, and whimsical hope!
S.M.
Bjarnson
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