You know how bad it is when you crave for something so bad and deep down you know if you sincerely put your heart and soul into it, you will eventually get it but you just can't muster enough zeal and concentration to get past the bridge of laziness or distraction to get it done.
That's how I felt during the time I spent writing my first kiddies story. It took a lot of pain and sacrifice to sit down and stay still and write, oh God I had to will myself to stay put on the seat and write.
Writing wasn't even the problem, I knew I could do it, but the thought of leaving the TV, the book I was holding, the conversation with the friend, my phone, oh my sweet lovely phone and social media accounts and face my laptop was a temptation far greater than Delilah's beauty.
Now I know why Samson had to do what he had to do, after all something they say must kill a man right?
In my case this urge to procrastinate what I so wanted to accomplish was as strong as nicotine if not stronger, but then I kept seeing other complete and finished works especially the ones I knew I could best, that was all the motivation I needed at that time until the thought of doing the actual writing became more challenging than the actual act.
Some times the success of others is enough drive to push you out of failure. By the way isn't it funny that sometimes the idea or thought of an action poses a more greater challenge than the actual deed. That's why in most cases many men give up walking up to a lady because by the time they replay the scenario 10/11 times in their head, they have already defeated themselves while all they had to do was walk up and speak their mind.
Remember the adage, "cowards die a thousand times before their actual death," no truer words have been spoken. I don't blame them though, I pity them because you need to walk in the Man's shoes to understand a fraction of his discomfort, walking in his shoes is one part, being him is another because everyone is built differently and have different ways of dealing with pain. I might handle a hot pot and scream while my girlfriend can pick it up and sing, it doesn't mean she isn't in pain, it just means her body processes pain differently than mine because she has experience while I had already died and rolled over before I even picked up the hot pot with my naked hands.
Okay back to the matter.
Finally I stood up and I charged like a bull seeing red, my seat became a throne and that laptop that scared me like an infection became like a crown I placed on my head because as soon as I started, I couldn't get enough of the moment.
The trick is to start and by Jove once I started, ideas kept pouring like oil dipping down and sticking to every fibre of my being.
I sat down and started typing and didn't get up till I was done.
In the end I was willing to do what I knew I had to do but couldn't from the beginning, despite how small this achievement seems in retrospect, it is a huge accomplishment for me because it makes me believe that anything I set my heart to do, I should just do it and I will eventually complete it.
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