Musings

People love the words “dedication,” and “passion,” but what does that mean outside of the ten-minute training montage we see in the movies?  It means working seven days a week.  It means forgoing time with friends or watching tv so you can [write].  It means a boring routine that will produce something that relieves others’ boredom.  And on top of that, it is best to maintain some kind of balance so you don’t burn out.  THIS is the meaning of “dedication.”  THIS is the meaning of “passion.”  No one wants to look past that cool training montage, but in the beginning, “dedication” and “passion” often boil down to an act of monotonous sacrifice.  

(When it no longer seems like monotony or a sacrifice, that, IMHO, is when the professional begins to emerge)

Musings

I say that if you are compelled to follow a certain path, then follow it with all the effort you can muster.  Do not be afraid it will disappoint or betray you, because that’s exactly what it was meant to do; it was meant to fall apart in front of your eyes and break your heart, so that you realized that there was never any happiness in just one path, but in all of them, and that none of them lead anywhere but back to an unspeakably deep wellspring of contentment.  

(Which was in front of you the whole time) 

Musings

A specialized route that requires extreme discipline is delving deep into those realizations of futility and pointlessness until you see that all of it IS futile; not because death is an inevitability, but because as impossible as it may seem, it’s that oft misinterpreted concept of [love] that permeates the infinity of quanta that we can only dream of conceiving.

Musings

I find that “break-throughs” are often preceded by “break-withs”…at certain points it is not enough to simply try harder; commitment to growth means being ready to cut away stagnancy, no matter how comforting it may be.