Recently, in one of my contemplation sessions, while I was trying to figure out the purpose of my life, I stumbled upon an interesting situation. I came across a thought, or an idea, that I should write, as I am borne to write. As a consequence, the following series of questions arose in my mind:
What kind of writer should I be?
What will I write about?
What will be the central idea, or the core theme, of my writing?
Will it be travelling, motivation, spirituality, academics, etc.?
Will I write in the form of songs, poetry, articles, blogs, or books?
Who all will be included in my target audience?
What will be the age group that I would like to address my writing to?
What kind of expertise, resources, and network will I require to make my writing more than effective?
What will I do to get my work rigorously reviewed by experts of the domain I would choose to write about?
How much time will I take, i.e., what will be the frequency of my writings? How many articles, if I choose to write them, will I write in a week, fortnight, month and year?
How will I reach out to my audience?
There were hell lot of other questions roaming freely in my mind. I was just helplessly trying to find answers to these questions but I could not find satisfactory answers to these questions. I felt as if I have stumbled upon Pandora’s Box. While I was just trying to settle a bit, another series of questions hit me---right, left and centre---immediately.
What will happen if my mind changes in between the activity?
What if I don’t feel much value in the theme of my choice and want to change it later, after putting a huge amount of hard work in it?
What if my audience calls for that change of theme and challenges my core values with regard to my writing?
What will happen if money, income, profit, etc., would be attached to my work?
With these questions, even though during the contemplation session, my anxiety increased. It touched the newer levels that it had never reached. The bombardment of questions ceased my thought, and I literally felt helpless to find their correct or exact answers. I thought in order to get rid of the series of questions either I should give up the purpose of my life, i.e., writing, or end that session then and there, without any further contemplation.
Right at that time, when I was feeling the immense pressure on my mind, I was handed over a thought by my universal-self. It was a visual of a baby, who was learning to walk.
While trying to learn to walk, the baby tried to get up, but failed every time. As soon as it used to get up, it used to fall back on the mat. After sometime, its mother saw it trying to get up. She was very happy to see that. She held the hands of the baby and helped it learn walking. Within a couple of weeks, the baby started using a walker to walk in the home. Soon thereafter, it started running here and there in the entire home with the help of the walker.
With the passage of time, it started walking without the help of the walker. And thus, the baby learnt the art of walking. It was a happy baby now.
This visual helped me realise that in the beginning, any task may seem hard to do, and the doer may come across several queries that may lead to self-doubt. Sometimes the people around us may do this job for us, without charging any cost for it. It is we with whom the responsibility of learning and honing a skill, or multiple skills, lies. We should just keep learning through our failures. When the right time will come, an aid will arrive, automatically, divinely. Yes for sure.