Throwing Until Something Sticks – Lack of Preparation

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Very little in this life can be foreseen, even less prepared for. School, training, practice. Valuable time spent on the crossroads towards a preferred goal.

A tight schedule, new routines, new books and new equipment. Images and imaginative scenarios pop up, expectations rise. Reality comes at second-hand, and ends up unbearably boring.

Disregarding the analytical, intelligent and hard-working individual in his routine. When on auto-pilot, there is a Lack of Preparation and the general attitude towards life is to Throw Until Something Sticks.

Suddenly there is time to do whatever. No hunger, no thirst, no tiredness. Just hopelessly restless. Objects of different shapes and colors in the current environment, sparks allot of imagination and an unintentional brainstorming session begins. Lets throw some ideas at the wall, and see what sticks.

Remaining Teachable

Theater Of PainThe strive to master a new talent, can easily end up in heartless emulation. Skimming through the pages of an instruction manual, without perception of context, will certainly end your career as the Romantic Hero. Reflection and Consideration from the words of the Wise One, does not involve Obedience outside personal Independence. But to keep growing and Remaining Teachable. Continue reading Remaining Teachable

Stimulus before Combustion

Gasoline FireFlash point of Gasoline: -43 ℃, Flash point of Ethanol: 16.6 ℃, Flash point of Diesel: >62 ℃. It seems like everything in the universe has a limit to what it can do, and when it can do it. Some environments have the perfect conditions to sustain combustion, and the reaction flourishes without any effort. In some cases, there needs to be some Stimulus before Combustion. Continue reading Stimulus before Combustion

Pitiful Existence

The ScreamTo find that you have reached the top of your mental landscape, is like drowning in the sea of eternal suffering. You are painfully aware that you can go no further, the seemingly endless creativity had a limit to it’s capacity. You are running on empty, there are only fumes left. There is nothing more to create, nothing to work with. All you can do is nag about your Pitiful Existence. Continue reading Pitiful Existence