Courage

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As a writer, I have followed a schedule of sorts for some time. Part of my schedule includes writing every day. Some of the things I write are never intended to be published. They are pieces I write as an observation, or that serve as an exercise. Sure, these idle thoughts could certainly lead somewhere in the future. An idea that grows legs and begins to walk with a purpose. Not all of the things I write in these private places always bear fruit, but they are all important.

Why?

I’m not sure why, but they are important. It’s a regular practice. For me, it is the writing. But drawing a zentangle every morning could be just as important. Perhaps a crossword puzzle. Perhaps reading a blog somebody writes. Perhaps you have a book by someone who seeks to motivate others. All you need to do is dip into that book for a few pages.

Feed the beast. Ha. As if you were a beast. But everybody needs to be fed on a regular basis. I think your inner self needs some of that, too.

Something that stopped me from writing was the idea that I wasn’t good enough. That phase lasted years for me. Until I finally got over it. For the most part, anyway.

There will always be critics out there. There will always be someone who wants to shoot down others for whatever their personal reasons are. You have no control over that. Sure, you can sit there and complain about it, but think of how much energy it takes to complain? Why do you think the word pain is in complain?

A major life lesson for me was to realize that I had no control over other people or situations. It wasn’t possible. I couldn’t make somebody love me. I could not imagine a job that paid all that I wanted it to pay. I slowly came to the realization that I could control what I did and what I chose to react to. I could not control others.

I remember somebody told a story about the Buddha who was teaching at the side of the road. There were hecklers all around in the crowd that had gathered to hear him teach. He was serene. He ignored them. He had a student who, after the teaching was over, approached the Buddha and said, “Why did you not get angry at them?” The Buddha said, “They offered me a gift that I did not accept.”

Think of it. Anger and how it might not even bother you. How it might slide off your back like water off a duck’s back? Sunny day or stormy day. It’s the same. You can do what you want to do in spite of the weather, in spite of the hecklers, until finally they don’t bother you at all. Imagine being able to live a life like that.

For now, I wait upon the spark of inspiration. Somehow, though, I think I might be barking up the wrong tree with that. If I open my eyes, I think inspiration will always be there. I need not worry that it won’t be there for me, because I think I am growing to believe that it will always be there.

It can be so for you too. 

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🌺 Pauline Evanosky

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