My first entry on a platform designated for the production and transcription of the world’s most valuable asset – the idea.
This offers up a daunting and seemingly presumptuous endeavor. Well…I’m up to the task. For a while, years actually, I have kept a journal…really for personal use, but not towards its fullest capacity. As I stated above, the process of producing ideas, and recording them can be a priceless exercise, yielding great rewards if we stay disciplined and consistent in our practice.
I am writing this very first entry from a support beam underneath a railroad bridge, about 3 stories above the Mississippi River. A train recently passed and it was so close that if I stretched out my arm I’d lose it (there’s actually another one passing now as I’m writing this). I can feel the beam shake underneath me. Feel the power of tons upon tons of metal speeding past; the wind from the train almost blowing my notebook papers into the river. A rush of adrenaline washes over me in a blend of exhilaration, terror, wonder, and calm.
The point being that I am beginning to look for daunting, dangerous, and challenging tasks. Why? Because the train passed. It didn’t kill me, I didn’t fall, drop my laptop, or even stop writing. Yes, I was scared. I felt fear. But the fear didn’t kill me. It didn’t hold me back from doing what I wanted to do. In fact, it motivated me, inspired me, gave me more energy and confidence in what I was doing.
I will do the same with this blog. Yes, I may feel fear. Fear that this will be a waste of time. I may share my ideas and perspective with people and come to find out that nobody cares. Or that my writing is shit…
But again, that’s the point. If I wasn’t scared to post this online, it probably isn’t worth doing. Feeling the fear, and doing it anyway. It’s worth it. Why? Because that’s the best path to grow, develop, evolve, and eventually win at life.
Do you want to win at life? I do. I want to win, AND I want you to win. That’s why I’m doing this. That’s my “self-interest” in this new endeavor of expression. If I don’t do this, I will not be expressing myself…and that is the true nature of art, yes? Expression.