Inner Bonds Are Hidden Treasures

Thinking about the way to think

For some reason it seems I’m trapped on a wasteland and the funny thing about it is that I’m also free to sit down on the muddy soil — because it’s raining — and somehow manage to direct my thinking into tying words for the purpose of creating something valuable. I know value is relative, but there’s always a way to build it, to garnish, to create. To make a point, the question floating in my mind is looking at the rain and trying to create sentences out of thin air, while being unsure of the need to open a book before writing a book.

It seems to me that when the objective is unclear, I’m walking in a dark room with words looking for a way to find their own path, but the truth is that they become just as clueless as the fingertips typing them. The path is nowhere to be seen and the fog fills each corner of the room, yet I’m not worried because I know this is temporary and soon the thread linking the letters will show up.

How long does it take to see the meaning behind it? Who knows… Sometimes the thought is so crystal-clear, just sitting down with a glass of water is more than I need to create a written piece. And there are so many alternatives to incite the mind to express its opinion, like reading and grasping a message, walking under the rain with in the company of a broken heart or sitting back under the shadow of a tree. It’s all attached to a feeling and when it finds the way to flood the mind, it’s actually asking to come out, it’s fluid and easy-going. However, of course, some days the ideas are sleeping over.

Then, I wonder if it gets better and easier to express an inner thought, when nothing around leads my way like the sun leads the sunlight. I might run out of fruits, it’s hard to say, I was just bending my head over the desk, maybe it’s not a good idea to keep with this writing, at least for now.

But who knows, I believe anything we try to come up with is a challenge. Is there a way to hack the process? I don’t think so, despite the fact that we’re swimming in an endless ocean of ideas to implement and just try out.

Now, more than ever, I’m face to face with the endless roads connecting each other in a huge city, traffic lights acting on their own, cars breaking the speed limit, pedestrians shouting at one another as if chaos is covering the whole land, it’s a crazy experience.

That’s how I feel when I’m up against a task I have not fully prepared myself to present an idea worth of someone’s time to reflect. So, I’m just sharing the experience and what it feels like to jump right into the field with goodwill and persistence. I get it, it’s fundamental to know what I’m supposed to write about before engaging into the writing framework, however, isn’t it beneficial to also questions the questions that pop up when I’m involved in the writing itself? The gold mine of creative thinking doesn’t lie exclusively on what I plan to write about with the ideas on hand, but also on the root of associations taking place in the mind to orderly sort everything out.

It’s not so much about the pieces I attach, but the way they play their roles in sync with one another, and how do I define how the whole is supposed to work? Perhaps, by drawing a big idea around what one wishes to create, every little complementary tool, creation, idea, and so much more, can be closely linked to the big idea, the center of an endeavor.

All of it makes me feel curious like the wide-eyed face of an owl. Does it mean that by practicing the association of ideas in order to create the big idea, one can learn how to create better and better projects? So, instead of focusing primarily on the particular parts, if one dives into the ideas themselves and how to effectively correlate them, this person will better find solutions for the surrounding problems and challenges?

The mind is a non-stop learning muscle, but only if approached the right way, which is probably not the usual way of doing things.

Now, back to the wasteland, I think I’m going to stand up and find some shelter. Frankly, even though I think my writing didn’t achieve a supreme cause this time, something from within tells me I just moved a little further, and that’s the feeling that makes life better and more purposeful. So, as another approach to your goals, thinking about the way everything connects and what’s the final picture is a powerful skill to develop, maybe not for the short-term, but definitely for the long one.

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