I needed to write this for days. I want, if I may, to reflect on my own thoughts and share them with you, my intention is that sharing these thoughts will also serve to take something away from you, dear reader.
If you have come here looking for answers or, at least, to get an interpretation of them, I tell you that I have left an open ending so that you can draw your own conclusions and share them with us.
“Is it no coincidence, and cannot be, more than an ignored cause of an unknown effect?Voltaire?
Or does it all happen for some reason, that is, because of the movement we’re making?
Yesterday morning, I sat in front of a blank sheet of paper waiting for my hands and head to start working, but there was no answer, I only had a vague idea in my head of what I wanted to convey to them and after five minutes I decided to leave it for later.
Maybe I was tired or not too inspired to write a text, so I went out to ventilate my head. The thing is, the change of air has done me a lot of good.
A few hours later, more determined and more willing, I returned to the role in the form of a challenge to myself, it is nothing. Impossible.
It was only 10 minutes before I gave up the feeling that it would also be another failed attempt, so I left the office chair again and looked for a reading to entertain myself, mainly to stop thinking about my inability to write this article.
So I looked for one of my favorite books: “The Blue World?From Albert Espinosa. I opened the book randomly, on a page that ended with the following sentence:
“And then I stood, staring at that darkness, waiting for the morning to come.
What a coincidence! The phrase described exactly how I felt in the face of a vacuum of ideas. Would the world send me signals?
I closed the book and resumed my task
More inspired and with ideas on how to structure what I wanted to tell, or what was going on, I strongly supported my pen to draw the first line. I wrote, “Coincidence or causality, ” and I felt better about myself. As if he had overcome the barrier of emptiness with this complex question.
But then my inspiration ended, or rather my will and patience.
Desperate, after a few minutes looking for another match that would lead me to reach the finish line, I got up, made dinner and went for a shower, intending to try to “refresh my ideas”.
But I was already very tired and thought it was better to stop insisting, so I went to bed. Tomorrow will be another day. Blank sheet and start over.
I woke up early in a hurry, drank coffee and stood in front of the man who, in recent days, had become my “enemy”: the white sheet.
With the feeling of being trapped in an infinite knot, I returned to the same process of frustration the day before that made me doubt my ability to write this article.
Wasn’t it a coincidence, but a causality on my part, wasn’t it me who delayed what I thought was impossible?
The thing is, I couldn’t even sit in the chair for five minutes, but on many occasions inspiration doesn’t come from itself; you have to look for it.
You could have made sketches, diagrams, looked for information on this topic, or simply accepted that you would have to move on to another topic in the hope that you could attach it.
However, I got carried away by despair, frustration, which in turn led me to think that I wasn’t capable when in fact it had only been a few minutes and that I did nothing to try.
Now that I find myself writing these last words, what by chance (or by chance?) It led me to the most important question: were I afraid to write down what I thought?Or wasn’t he quite sure to share with you those thoughts I was trying to find by chance?
The first is that, by chance, I found the following phrase when I reopened the book on any page: “Unresolved doubts are misunderstood fears. ” “The second is that, by chance, with an effort, one thought led to another. ” he was the owner of my phrases and emotions.
And I managed to change the page
“The world is the largest garden there is.