Something very interesting happened to me the other day.
It was one of those ‘wow’ moments that gives you the creeps when you realize the reality and change that has crept into your life over the course of years
A very close friend and I were having our regular mindless chit chat.
It was so mindless that we decided we could carry on this conversation over BBM. One thing led to another and we ended up going on tangents and we started to talk about traveling. Traveling the world, experiencing new things rather than going to London or Paris every year. All of a sudden I wrote something, a word, a name….something that I wrote over and over again for several years of my life. Year after year, month after month, week after week, day after day, morning after night…over and over again.
At that particular moment it occurred to me that I hadn’t written this word, this word that I was once upon a time been so passionate about, for years. I paused to reflect on how my life had changed. How it had evolved from a childish dream to an actual life. My life.
How is it possible that mankind can detach itself from its passions so easily? So detached that years later when the word spontaneously gets integrated into your daily life it actually makes you pause and think.
It becomes a spacebar in your grinding life. It the moment when you stop to pause and read what your writing about. That second you realize that you have been writing for minutes on end forgetting to breathe. The spacebar lets you flashback to what you were writing about.
The spacebar...flashback is a whirlwind time tunnel that reminds you not to live in passive voice. It's your inner voice pounding inside your head ordering you to break away from your out passive voice.
Passive voice...is hidden in everybody.
The real objective is to beat the beast down to subside your inner voices cry for attention.
It was one of those ‘wow’ moments that gives you the creeps when you realize the reality and change that has crept into your life over the course of years
A very close friend and I were having our regular mindless chit chat.
It was so mindless that we decided we could carry on this conversation over BBM. One thing led to another and we ended up going on tangents and we started to talk about traveling. Traveling the world, experiencing new things rather than going to London or Paris every year. All of a sudden I wrote something, a word, a name….something that I wrote over and over again for several years of my life. Year after year, month after month, week after week, day after day, morning after night…over and over again.
At that particular moment it occurred to me that I hadn’t written this word, this word that I was once upon a time been so passionate about, for years. I paused to reflect on how my life had changed. How it had evolved from a childish dream to an actual life. My life.
How is it possible that mankind can detach itself from its passions so easily? So detached that years later when the word spontaneously gets integrated into your daily life it actually makes you pause and think.
It becomes a spacebar in your grinding life. It the moment when you stop to pause and read what your writing about. That second you realize that you have been writing for minutes on end forgetting to breathe. The spacebar lets you flashback to what you were writing about.
The spacebar...flashback is a whirlwind time tunnel that reminds you not to live in passive voice. It's your inner voice pounding inside your head ordering you to break away from your out passive voice.
Passive voice...is hidden in everybody.
The real objective is to beat the beast down to subside your inner voices cry for attention.
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