Brick by brick

“You don’t set out to build a wall. You don’t say ‘I’m going to build the biggest, baddest, greatest wall that’s ever been built.’ You don’t start there. You say, ‘I’m going to lay this brick as perfectly as a brick can be laid. You do that every single day. And soon you have a wall.”Will Smith

They say patience is a virtue. They also say patience is not necessarily the ability to wait, but rather the manner in which you wait.

Truth be told, life is lived one day at a time. Novels are written one word at a time.

Great walls are built one brick at a time.

We often desire change. We daydream about being and having and all that but we seldom act on those dreams.

The distance seems impossibly long.

Life’s not a sprint. You don’t have to run your lungs out to be succesful.

Life is a marathon.

Put one foot in front of the others. Do that in the good days, do that in the bad days.

Consistency is key.

And that’s how you build your wall.

What doesn’t kill you

Either makes you stronger or makes you wish it did.

Letting go or holding on. Two of our most defining reactions. And they couldn’t be more different.

Holding on to pain(or the memory of it), holding on to regret, to bitterness…

We consume an awful lot of energy thinking about the past -as if we didn’t know that it can’t be changed. We hold on tight to that which can never be changed. It is all a matter of choice. Strength, courage, dignity, all of them are choices. In fact, we choose who we are every single day. Even our most simple of decisions end up shaping who we are.

But, ultimately, the truth is that you are who you decide to be. You are what you think, what you feel, what you say, what you do.

And, yes, it does seem at times that we have no choice, no real power.

That life just happens to us.

It’s not true. We do have a choice, even when it seems we don’t. There’s always a choice.

So… What doesn’t kill you won’t make you anything until you decide.

You choose if it makes you stronger, weaker, or leaves you afraid for the rest of your life.

When bad things seem to happen for no particular reason, you are the one who decides what is what and has the ability to construct meaning from the experience.

Some people either win or lose. Others win or learn.

Your choice.

fearMost people like to believe talent, hard work, and luck are among the determining factors of success. For a long time I thought you only needed any two of them to be successful.

But, actually, if you want to be successful, and it doesn’t matter if all you want is to become a great dancer or actor or writer, or whether you want to pick up pretty girls in bars, you just have to be willing to make a fool out of yourself. Continue reading

Lost?

post-39773-Lost-in-Life-People-who-took-a-CV1OIt’s been fourteen years since I wrote my first story. Didn’t even have the guts to finish it. I started about ten times more projects than I finished. I gave up, again and again. Some days I just wouldn’t want to write anything. I’d hate it; I’d loathe the fact that I had to edit my stories, that I had to read them aloud and realize they’re not as good as I thought when I wrote them. I’d despise the fact that some days it just didn’t work. The words wouldn’t come. Continue reading

Dreams are real

“People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”Neil Gaiman
There are two types of people in the world: the realists and the idealists. Some realists even go as far as to call themselves cynics. I’d just say they’re idealists who once upon a time got their hearts broken.

What I’m really trying to say is this: we’re all dreamers. We all spend an awful lot of time in a strange land, one that does not exist. A promised land, one we promised ourselves when the world outside our windows seemed evil, threatening, ugly. Whenever we got our hearts broken, whenever someone forgot to keep their promise, whenever we got lied to, betrayed, or forgotten. We created that promised land with our imaginations and our hope and our love.

The land that belongs to a future where all our dreams will come true.

There’s only one problem with that. Most of us don’t act upon those dreams. They just pretend that it’s all a nice fairy tale, which of course makes them bitter and remorseful nonetheless, but they chose to believe that those dreams can never come true.

Yes, they don’t.

Because dreams rarely come true. People have to make them come true. Have to create the promised land, in reality, the same way they did inside their heads.

But that’s just easy to say and almost impossible to achieve.

Why?

Because inside your head things are always going to be beautiful, much more than they could ever be in the real world. Also, inside your head… no one can hurt you there. No one can reach inside and destroy the wonderful world you have created. The promise of a better future that keeps you going, that makes you get out of bed even when you don’t want to, that still puts a smile on your face when all you want to do is scream or cry or even die.

I find that to be sad.

Dreams are real. If they exist inside your mind… they’re not just the product of your imagination. If you imagined them, you can make them come true.

What we take for granted, day after day, didn’t use to exist a thousand years ago. Hell, most of the stuff we use on a day to day basis didn’t use to exist a hundred years ago.

The world changes because people’s dreams come true. Because will power is the only thing that stands between what’s real and what’s not. Between what’s possible and what’s not.

That’s all.

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Once upon a time there was a fighter. He was the undefeated champion, and a journalist asked him what was his secret. The fighter smiled and said that every single time he went into the ring he was prepared to die. Either he was victorious, or he’d die.
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Perseverance

“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan “press on” has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.”Calvin Coolidge
They say it’s not how good you are, but how good you want to be.

They say it’s all about will power.

I agree.

When the world says, “Give up,” Hope whispers, “Try one more time.”
Hope. Man’s greatest strength and weakness at the same time.

People used to believe in the power of intelligence when it came to success in life. IQ was believed to be the determinant factor in the quality of one’s life. Then it kind of changed. Emotional intelligence was found to be more important.

Recently, though, we are beggining to understand that hope is what truly makes the difference.

The ability to believe with all your heart that your fortune will change, that you will become who you want to be, regardless of your situation today, regardless of how you’re feeling right now.

The ability to do what’s important, even when you don’t feel like it, because you hope that your efforts will pay off sometime in the future.

“Stubbornly persist, and you will find that the limits of your stubbornness go well beyond the stubbornness of your limits.”Robert Brault

You are reading this post because I have been writing for almost 14 years. You are reading this post because I spent 10 of those years writing by myself, with no one to support or encourage me.

Actually, everyone (friends, family) told me to quit.

They told me to be realistic and just do what normal people do.

What do normal people do anyways?

They give up easily? They settle for less than they desire? Less than they deserve?

I don’t know, but if that is one of the components of being normal, call me whatever you like, but I am glad I’m not normal.

“When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” Franklin D. Roosevelt

When I first started writing, someone told me that I was either fourteen or a retard. They said I’ll never make it as a writer.

A few more said kind of the same thing.

And, yes, I was fourteen years old, and, yes, I was writing crap.

But guess what?

I didn’t give up.

No matter how hopeless everything seemed, I kept on going.

Even if it meant the end of me, even if it meant me starving to death, writing stuff that no one would ever read.

“Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.”Walter Elliott

I failed and I failed and I failed. And I keep on failing. And I keep being told “no.” And I struggle to write, struggle to gather ideas, struggle for inspiration or motivation, and there are days when it seems as if all is lost…

Days when I don’t feel like writing. When I feel bored or lonely or whatever. Days when I feel depressed, tired, suicidal.

But guess what?

I laugh inside at all these feelings. Because underneath it all lies something, some force, some part of me that knows it’s invincible.

A part of me that will never give up without a good fight.