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.
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