“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. You can only walk one step 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. Standing there, at the base of the mountain, contemplating having reached the peak, it feels as if daydreaming is all we can do. Continue reading →
“Have I gone mad?” “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”
Even though most of the times you don’t feel like your’re mad, you feel different. It happens to all of us. Sometimes we feel like there’s an invisible wall between us and the rest of the world. We feel alone, we feel different, we feel as though we’re not good enough. And it’s difficult to accept this. Most of the times, people simply try to find comfort: in their art, in another person, in aimlessly wandering through life. Continue reading →
“We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.” — Brad Meltzer
The biggest problem people have is their belief that they shouldn’t have problems. They have this strange idealism that forces them to believe in fairy tales that can barely exist on paper, let alone in the real world.
Thus, hell is not a place, but rather a feeling you carry around with you. The sense of “not quite.” The bitter feeling of “almost” that fills up your days.
The idea that you are stuck on the fifth chapter of your story and can’t write a single sentence anymore. Your main character does not know he’s the hero yet. He’s yet to figure himself out, has yet to understand his greater purpose.
To most people, it’s as if some part of their soul is missing, and what’s left is condemned to forever miss that part. Continue reading →