I am not a slave to routine. There is nothing worse than believing growth has reached its peak. A vision, single tracked has only limited itself, fading imagination, replacing with a rather odd and morbid fictitious reality. Most will only ever see a checklist where others see blank pages to be filled.
Your book still yet has to be written. There is no predetermined path you must take but rather it is the direction that is most important. Nothing is more futile than trying to edit past pages in an attempt to redirect the only direction that matters. The future will be present whether you rewrite history or not. Dwelling in the past keeps you from the opportunities that are always present – more blank pages. What has already been written can be and should be taken into account.
But the most important thing to understand blank pages filled with repetition is not a story, it is madness below imagination, stupidity solidified by choice. Trust your pen and be fluid with your words. Looking forward to those blank pages is not enough. You must include every color of the rainbow and all that is in between. Not just every corner of the world but every map discovered by the stars. Eliminate the strive for perfection, instead be humble and generous. The dichotomy of life prevents such supreme existence and imposes beauty in imperfection – beauty in brevity.
Never again will we live any moment in copy at the exact same time and exact place every again. Impress on your doubts and anxiety the stamp of originality. It is yours to bear, both your curse and gift with the building knowledge as your power. Time too finite to squander life that is left in constant reprieve looking beyond at the inevitable. Write with purpose and permanence because your story must be organic and any edits is rather disingenuous to its author.
Drink – Ink – Think