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The town did not improve even after so many efforts. There was no improvement in the condition of the town whatsoever. Even though endless boosts by Try the efforts of Hope, Will, and Work didn’t seem to work. Hope eventually started falling ill.
Will though stood tall in the adverse situation, he was weakening from the inside as Hope fell on the floor. Without Hope and weakened Will, Work couldn’t do much, his efficiency faded and there was no longer a need for Try.
With sick Hope, weakened Will, inefficient Work and useless Try, the town saw it’s death yet again. There was never going to be a fully functioning town ever again. But just as all four of these sat under the tree at night, lost and no heart to work further, they saw a golden ray hopping by the town. They tried to follow it but to no gains.
The golden ray was too fast for them. It came in and hopped across the town and then went away. Nowhere to be seen.
An old man came to the four of these, as they stood in the middle of the field looking for the golden ray and said. “It was luck, we have been blessed by its powers.” And before these could turn around to look at the old man they saw the golden ray going away yet again.
“Was he lying?” the thought rung in their minds, but Hope stood up again and there were no signs of illness in her anymore. Will, looking at Hope recover, stood up straight and Work did the tasks with doubled efficiency. Try too got back to its task of encouraging them.
With newborn Hope, Stronger Will, Doubled Work and Effective Tries, they started at the field again. The crops grew faster and yielded more food-product. Industries started flourishing and there was a bright morning every day in the town. Everyone was happy and there were no more problems in the town. The town grew bigger and more people started coming in.
But the town was still not the best in the world. It was mighty but not the best. It got a place on the state map, but not in the country or World Map. Though the goals seemed closer there was still a lot that Work had to do. Work tried harder but didn’t give it his best shot.
We had a visit from luck, but Work wasn’t that efficient.
We had a percent from Luck but never the 99 from Work.
I’ve been running and running from a very long time. Running without a goal. Of course, I was running for something but I wasn’t exactly sure how to run. Let me explain, I had a to reach somewhere and I knew the path but I never knew how to get to the path and so I ran on all streets and then got lost, tried to get back to the first point, couldn’t get there but when I did I felt more lost and my goal had moved much further. Did that make any sense?
I’ll tell a story to explain.
Disclaimer: All characters and events mentioned in this article – even those based on real people – are fictional. The following piece has some heartwarming and heart-wrenching episodes and should not be read by anyone with a heart condition (or without a heart) █
So, there was this girl I was dating a few years back. (Yeah, yeah I’m twenty and I have girl problems, ha ha, duh.) We broke up because of some stupid reason and I’m still in love with her. So, I’ve been trying to get her back by becoming the… the, uh… alpha? I know what she likes and what she doesn’t. So, I’ve been trying to get everything she likes, into me from the past so many years.
She likes tall guys, I grew taller beyond my genetic limit. She likes smart guys, I got into the best m-flipping college in the entire town. She likes risk-takers, I didn’t do much here, just started a startup and never applied for a job. Just get the drill. I”m doing whatever she wanted in a guy to get her back with me.
All this while I knew how to get her back with me. I knew I need to become the alpha and I’ve been trying to improve myself from times longer than anyone would imagine. I’ve been stuck with her longer than anyone would say is a safe bet. I’ve been here longer than any online forum, blogs or any book recommends. It’s been years as I said, not months. It’s long after I should have moved on and dated someone new.
All this while I knew what I should do and what needs to be done to get back with her. When I did all of those things I thought I was improving myself. I thought I was getting closer to her. But, now that I think about it, I only made short sprints in different directions in what was supposed to be a 100 mile long straight marathon.
I tried to get better for her, I tried to become the alpha for her, I tried to get attention from her, I woke up at nights waiting for a message from her. All I did was about her. There was no me in all of this. There was no goal, there was a person. There was no reason or logic, there was only a guy wasting his time.
So, years later, I think have understood something and that is I didn’t understand anything. But, now I have a goal. The startup I talked about? I’m concentrating on that. I’m trying to make it big and a little while ago, I got my first few pennies from it. It’s not a very big achievement to get a few pennies, they won’t get me laid and I have had few hundreds with me all the time ever since I was born. Yes, my dad gives me good pocket money.
But here’s the thing, it’s a big deal for me.
I’ve been working my days and nights ever since and you know what, now I have a goal. A goal to follow and I don’t even think about her anymore (I’m lying she’s always on my mind. Right now as well.) All I think about is how to get better at what I’m doing. How to turn that passion into a good full-time high paying job and that’s probably what I want right now and for the next few years.
This is not just my story, but I guess you might relate too. Not to this exact story but to a version of it, to something that made you what you are.
I won’t say My Cup Runneth Over, but I’m doing okay.
I’m not running directionless anymore, I have a goal. Yes, I won’t make it big and I will only exhaust myself in the run, I should get a stable job, only to fund my startup at least and blah blah blah…
“According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway. Because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible.”
-The Bee Movie
I have problems? I do.
I have a brain? I guess.
I have been crushed? I have.
What is my life? A mess.
Why don’t I live like a King?
Because I was checkmated in Chess.
.
I’ve been looking for her,
I lost her years ago,
I remember how she smells,
Not how she looks though,
I had an image of her,
And I shoved it in the snow.
.
I had a car,
And it did not start,
So I jumped off,
drove a go-kart,
But it stunk,
Of a South Park Fart.
.
I’ve waited for a miracle,
I’ve waited for a dream,
I’ve waited for sunshine,
I’ve waited for that light beam,
But, my windows is performing slowly,
Would I like to change the colour scheme?l
Why did I even publish this?
What if you die early? Maybe in your twenties and a peaceful living is not exactly your thing. Are you going to get bored in heaven?
Heaven is a very peaceful place, or everyone says so. With what I know about it, there are beautiful looking souls that don’t have a gender. Genders only exist on the surface of our planet. So, there are just souls flying around. So, there’s going to be nothing like the “work to get laid” thing there. So, no one is going to work.
So basically, there are no challenges in heaven. But what are you going to do without challenges? For me, if there is no challenge there is no result. Winning a game, writing a blog, waking up at 6 in the morning, staying up till 6 in the morning, passing an exam, earning even pennies, everything is a challenge.
Moreover, if there is nothing controlling my mind, if there is no need to become an alpha male because no one could be better than anyone else, why would I even pursue something? Heck, why would I do anything? And if I’m not going to struggle with these every day what am I even supposed to do?
All you need to do through the day is fly around with wings that are practically too small to carry your weight. That’s against the laws of aviation, but you’ll fly anyway because the heaven doesn’t care what the humans think.
Also, there is this constantly playing melody. A tune that plays on loop over and over and over again. Won’t it be irritating? There’s no night in heaven and neither does anyone sleep, that does save moms from yelling at their children for being up so late, but c’mon!
So, is there something like a transfer? To hell maybe? The constant fighting with devils and threats of being fried in oil pan sound more interesting to me. Believe me, I’m a gamer, I’m more prepared “devil-apocalypse” than being tortured by melodious music.
Wait a minute, I will have an internet connection there, right?
To be continued.
As of last time, Will, Hope, and Work came together to do what couldn’t be done by either of them if they tried alone. They bought the town back from ruins. Ther was no famine any longer, no drought and field were green again. What did not happen was the reason why it all started, to make the town better.
After so many years, the town only came back to where it used to be. There seemed to be no use of giving the town in the hands of these three after all. When all faith was lost, there came in Try.
The only thing they could do now was to take help of Try to make the town better. Hope, Will, and Work were saturated and there was nothing more they can do. So one evening when they left from work and sat under the tree hopelessly, Try came in.
He told all of them that, they should keep working.
All work and zero gains could be a little disheartening but all you could do it keep on pushing forward. It will be stupid to say that if you keep pushing you’ll get where you want to be because sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes, it might take you a life and you still won’t get it. And sometimes it takes a few seconds to get where you want to be. It doesn’t matter how hard you Try, it doesn’t matter how hard you Work, all that matters is the Will and Hope to get there.
It all boils down to how bad you want it and how hard you are ready to work for it.
Magic doesn’t happen, it’s made to happen and it happens to those, who dare to make it happen.
“What is a Writer’s block?” I’ve been asked this question a lot recently and this somehow seems to concern me. Not the fact that people don’t know what a writer’s block is, but that they know something like this even exists. I’ve been avoiding these question because it feels a little too connected to be talked about. Feels like letting out a secret.
But, something happened recently and I have a new way of looking at it. It’s probably not exactly giving out a secret but more like telling everyone, what life is all about. For me, what I write is inked with real-life and just like in writing, life too seems to have a writer’s block.
Now that I’ve decided to talk about it, I don’t think there’s a better way give it to you than this. I’ll tell it to you in media where a writer’s block holds its importance, in writing.
So, What is a Writer’s Block?
I’ve been writing for years now and when I’ve been stuck in a story, the only thing I could connect with it is, well, nothing. There are situations in life where you don’t know what to do next. Where you don’t know what are you even planning to do. There is nothing ahead of you and you can’t undo what you’ve done so far.
It has been years that you’ve been pursuing something and then you find these utterly unsettling argument about it. It seems to change your whole perspective about it and what you thought was ideal for you, no longer seems to have a justification. Everything boils down to what are you going to do next? But there’s no next.
Blank White Screen
There seems to be nothing ahead of you. You can withdraw your proposal or project or a person from your life or something related to it or something remotely related to something that you did a few chapters ago, but it still doesn’t seem to make sense. So, you still don’t know what to do next. Except staring into the darkness and that’s the blank white screen.
You stare at it as long as you can and get yourself into stuff you never wanted to do in the first place. Getting another job – Typing random words. Or you just fill it with pubs, clubs and alcohol and ellipses(…) so that it doesn’t look empty anymore. But do you see those spaces between the ellipses, no you don’t! And that’s the issue here.
Ghostwriter?
You go to a psychiatrist, that’s a ghostwriter and tell them to fix the things you did when you messed up! Accept it, you messed up! It was you all along, it is your book and this is your story. Everyone could write, erase and re-write their own stories. You don’t need a ghostwriter for god sake! You have your entire squad or rather work-station with you. There’s your coffee brewer and that picture on your desk and that new tab on your window and that… and tha… that fidget spinner. Spin it around, let it point to your fate! Yes, that’s right you can do it.
I get it, it will take longer. You’ll have to erase, tear those pages, strike them out, read your life all over again and then might be you could know where you went wrong. If you still don’t, read, strike and erase them again. It is going to take super long, it’s going to be super tough and will be super-duper heart-wrenching. But when you get over it, believe me, it’s going to be worth the effort.
Little help.
We all need little help, and I completely agree with it. You cannot be self-sufficient all the time. We all need a friend at some point, but not a ghostwriter. It’s a crime! Taking credit for someone’s writing for a few bucks. Just because you bought someone’s piece, it doesn’t make you a writer, it doesn’t teach you how to live your life. So, we do need help.
Call a friend.
Call in a friend and listen to her. Why do I say here? Because she’s a good writer? Hell no. You don’t want someone great at living their lives, all you want is someone who will hear you out. Guys listen too, just that they can’t somehow connect. If you find someone like them, get hold of theme and never let them go, for these people will help you write your story. There will never be a block.
Yes, you might have to change your story synopsis from the chapters that follow, you might need to change your plans with the story but it will be complete. Nothing ever turns out to be the way you thought it would be, trust me on that, but things that change are the best things in life.
Let it be.
If you can’t think of a way out, if your friend can’t help you, just let it be. Don’t care about it, don’t think about it, forget that it even exists. It sounds so easy on paper, rather, on screen since this is a web article, but whatever. You get the hint. So, it sounds pretty nice, it looks pretty nice and you are going to go, “Oh! This seems great.” but it isn’t.
The toughest thing to do it let something be. Constantly stare at it but let it be. It’s going to always be in front of your eyes. On desktop in stick notes. In files on the top. In games where you took inspiration from, in movies, in music, it’s everywhere. You are constantly being reminded about it and you still have to let it be. Don’t touch it! Just look at it but, shoo! don’t touch it!
Eventually, within a few days, weeks, months, quarters, halves or years it’s going to be okay. Depends on how hard you were being tunnel minded and how long does it take you to bring in that change. It will happen, it will happen just fine, but for now, just let it be.
It’s like a breakup
You are going to hate it from every cell of your body. You are going to cry over it, there will be depression and there will be so much more than just, “we broke up.” The worst part, only you know how hard it hurts. But here’s why you’ll love it.
But here’s why you’ll love it. A breakup makes artists. Writers, singers, painters, actors, and people we look upon. A breakup changes you in more ways than you could imagine. It makes you be what you always wanted to be. You don’t know what it was and somehow it just surfaces after a breakup. You know exactly what you want.
A breakup that made your life miserable and pushed you into dark-depression, makes your blurry life clear to follow. You see what you want and there you go, you writer’s block gone forever.
Difference.
In writing, when you go at describing something, you could show how hard life could be and everyone will still relate. There could be breakups and post-breakup trauma. There could be bankruptcy and selling children at that point. There could be car accidents and coma and death and revenge and vengeance and there could be life.
But everyone will still relate. The one thing you don’t know about is what happens after that because in real life, the protagonist live an unhappy life and that is going to be the case but in writing, you cannot end it there, there has to be a happy ending. Everyone needs a happy ending
Tip
How to write a story? Take a protagonist, a companion a few other characters, a situation, and end at a happy note.
Once there was a writer and he was writing a story when he met writer’s block. The trashed his book, tore the pages and threw his pen. The writer and his block, then they lived happily ever after.