I know before I said that all you need to do is take action, but that’s only partially true. The other half comes from within—it’s an essence we all carry but few exercise: vision.
Vision removes the element of the mundane, the gray film which turns life into pure boredom and depression. Sometimes all you need is the slightest drop to make life come to life.
Vision is the alchemy of life. With it, you’re able to piece together disparate elements, ideas, ingredients—whatever, into something whole and new that no one else could originally replicate.
The highest form of vision is one where other benefit, embrace and support. It may be entrepreneurial, artistic, humanitarian, religious, etc. I’d like to think I’m artist-entrepreneur but that remains to be seen. I’m struggling right now.
Sometimes I wonder how long a human can carry on for when he’s completely shut out from the world and the concept of vision becomes nothing more than an abstract blog post treatise on the subject. What are they expected to do? How the hell did Emily Dickinson come to life, all locked up in that simple chamber?
I’m thankful for the Internet, but it takes more effort to get noticed these days, and the vision has got to be red hot for it to get noticed. It can’t be rehashed stuff, and it needs an overarching “why”, too—a real honest and compelling human narrative.
At the very least, I’m getting a bit more comfortable writing on a daily basis. It still might be too late to do anything, but at least I’m going through the actions.
What I’m trying to do is use the act of writing as bait to cajole the vision out of me. I want it so bad that I feel like I’m literally dying without it. Everyone around me is dying, too.