Posting Frenzy

Once I started to approach the mark of around 100 articles here, I started to tell myself, I gotta start mixing it up now. Never mind how difficult it was to write that much, or the reason why I was able to do it in the first place. I figured that I'd never get anywhere by writing spur-of-the-moment gibberish with little to no thought behind it. Stream of consciousness is just another word for lazy, I figured. There has to be something more meaningful I could do than just writing about writing, saying so little in so many words. Indeed, the entire process of writing involves so much more than just projectile vomiting your thoughts and ideas onto a page and calling it a done deal. It involves planning, research, rereading, various layers of editing, polishing, marketing, and publishing. 

Yet I'd be lying if I said that it doesn't get me anywhere at all. If nothing else, I can master the art of showing up. The thing is, getting started is always the hardest step. Going from ideation to execution, that's the greatest leap a person can take in any process. You can always do the rest once you have something in front of you to work with. But if you keep staring at an empty page, sitting there twiddling your thumbs with this grand idea of an end product, picturing all the research and further reading you oughto be doing to make it worth sharing, not only will you never get anything done, you'll only give yourself more reasons not to begin.

It's so intuitive in the kitchen, especially with my formal training, education, and experience. So you need to make a three-course meal for four. You can plan and get yourself worked up enough to consider ordering pizza, or you can start by peeling the potatoes. Then you can chop the onion and begin the stock. So on and so forth. Once you get moving, it doesn't seem so unmanagable. You fuck up, you make too much or too little, you go overboard and burn a few things, but you can't help but get better with each session. That's just how it fucking works. 

Indeed, I can never really get better until I finish the entire process and deliver a consumable product. That's the only way I can ever truly progress to the next level. Yet if it's not meant to be, it simply cannot be. If I don't have the time, money, or freedom, there's no use doing beating my head against the wall. Instead of triring myself out, I'll do what I can for now. I'll keep polishing the only weapon I have available to me, and I'll keep honing that edge. Surely there will come a time when I can go all the way, until then, I'll keep learning how to get started off the best way possible. When the starts align and I can truly begin working on something real, I'll know that I have to pick one thing and finish it to the very end. 

Safe to say, I'm getting more familiar with the process every day. Yet it occurred to me today, there are many reasons for a person to post. Using the internet to express ourselves at no cost. Freely sharing this piece of ourselves to potentially anyone in the world, the mere possibility has altered something in each of us, to our very cores. Every one is affected by it differently, just like all things pertaining to power, it only makes one more of themselves. Whatever exists within a person, multiplies, stirs up, and bursts forth in full force. The meek and miserable become ever more pathetically pitiful. The generous give rise to inspiration. Meanwhile the desparate and hungry ones who ache with painful longing for a single drop of some imaginary divine concotion compete with everyone around them, sinking ever deeper in the quicksand of their own creation.

Some believe with all their heart, that if they post just the right things, in just the right amount, they will be rewarded with the greatest gifts known to man. utting their hearts on full display, without the challenge of real vulnerability, they hope to find the love of their lives and eternal happiness. Then there are the system riggers. They rest assured in their special knowledge and circumstances, supremely confident that they are the exception. After all, they can see it all from their ivory tower and they have all the right resources required to win. So they whip out their analytics and smugly lay out their glorious game plans. Putting all the pieces in place, they love to play the puppeteer. Perhaps that's all they will ever do, play pretend at being the winner who knows what they are doing. 

So afraid to ever admit, that they're just as clueless as the reast of us. Desparate all the same with the worst kind of hunger imaginable, that greedly endless abyss of chasing the next big thing. There are but a few highs that can match such glorious purpose, to be the chosen one destined for greatness. I suppose we all want to achieve greatness in our own ways. These amazing technologies and inventions have made it all within reach. It all seems to close now. Yet all it takes to get there, is to focus so intensely on what's in front of you, that everything else disappears. To do that in a sustainable way, that is one of the only things common in all paths to so-called success. So what's the alternative anyway, to just sit around and do nothing? 

That seems to be somewhat ingrained in to human nature. Perhaps it is our biology that demands us to stay on our toes, and to keep making efforts to ensure its own survival. Well have at it, I say. So what if you can't grow your own crops with the sweat of your brow, that is no longer necessary nor feasable for most. There's always something you can do, not too far away from you. Perhaps there is nothing you can do, but there's a good chance that you can go somewhere else where you could do something worth doing. Better yet, why not reaming committed to not doing anything at all? As a human being, that would be one of the hardest thing to do!

Regardless of what you choose, there is no joy and meaning without that commitment. Only when you dive deep can you find the greatest of treasures. And why not? If you were born a bird of flight, would you send your life afraid of heights? Surely you may if you do decide, but perhaps you'll be better off going with the tide. Many of us do enjoy drifing with the current, going this way or that, as we're forced to move, like a log in the ocean. Yet for as long as you live in this body weary, it might be better to get drunk and teary. So run toward that endless horizon. Chase and fall, and rise and crawl, laughing at yourself through it all.

Post for love, hate, out of spite, or to mate; Whatever floats your boat. There's no harm done, no foul, the only thing at stake is our very soul. Unlike when we carved up the earth before, for gold and riches, all destruction ignored. When creating and expressing there is no toll. Just make sure to come up for air, and not to drown in this ocean of lore. As long as you fight your own battles, one can remain content, in this world of content. So keep your heads down, my boys and girls, the world isn't as bad as you might've been told. Worst case scenerio there's suffering galore, but might as well go all in, just ask a dinosaur. That's just how risky life can get, rest assured, you won't make it out alive in spite of it all.

They'll have you belive that you'll be remembered, that they'll sing your praises up to high heaven. Yet people can just as well be worse than hell, and a lot of thing happen after you die, none of which have anything to do with you at all. It's good to aim high and natural that you want to leave your mark, but perhaps it's better to have more life in your moments. It's nice and well to rhyme with your words, and even better to continue in spite of it all. Yet when push comes to shove, and throats start to get cut, it won't matter how many followers you got. So make things because it makes you happy. Do all the rest as well, just try to avoid being tacky. There will come a day when others give a shit. But only when there's something in it for them. 

Be true to yourself and don't seek glory, unless that's what you want, in which case be ready for what's in store, for hell hath no fury. the thing about life, she wants you to prosper, and if you never learn to live, there's no hope for a happily ever after. With that finale that feels quite final, I shall bring this blabbering nonsense to a tiring and lackluster end. I may not be talented or overly ambitious, but at least I'm content with creating something transient. The world's hell bent in monetizing everything, but I'm determined to learn a thing or two about a thing or two, with absolutely unwavering conviction and surity. Hopefully, by the time I'm done, I'll have something to say to the ones that remain. Could I use some more discipline? I'm sure it'll do me well. But for now I'm happy just doing my best. 

To neatly conclude all that I have written, there's a posting frenzy underway that's akin to the gold rush for attention. The masses are drowning in a world of content. Meaningless pieces of manipulative crap designed to make a mockery of God's creation. Propaganda, sensationalism, and horrors run amuck, for the first ever, anyone can dream of making it big. People feel hopeful that they can go viral. Their lives can change with the touch of a button. Sure, it makes most of us hungry. I too admit to grand visions of building a community. Who in their right minds won't kill to be famous? To find their place in the world, to belong to their people? So I can't blame them for trying. I just hope that they don't end up crying. It would be great if they can do better, than those before who left the world bitter. 

It's inherently hard to fight for what's right, even when it seems like a burden, with no guaranteed success or advantage. Yet some things have value in mere existance, not as a means to another godforsaken end in the distance. Only when you try and taste it for yourself, will you feel the pain and regret of this blinding corruption. Such blatant ugliness has run so rampant, when the ocean's at our doors, we would deserve to be stopped.