Suddenly, you are conscious.
There’s this feeling, inside you, a flexing strength of your core, your wrists, your neck. Your movements become rapid – as if in desperation you might lose this resonating sense of power. You become urgent, to continue. Your fingers type, write, play, work faster. Your eyes become pinpoints, focusing in on the exact action you need to take next. You become conscious of the intent to live, because you cannot live without this.
Maybe you’re persistent. Maybe you’re smiling. Maybe you look around at the people around you wondering if they’re feeling the same way.
You just, continue. With eagerness. With anticipation for what will come in the next 5 minutes. For what else you will accomplish, learn, understand, complete. For what you will succeed in. But to figure it out you must continue.
You cannot stop whatever it is. You must do this more. You must. Or else you will lose it.
Pay attention to what it is. Are you educating yourself? Testing yourself? Educating someone else? Testing someone else? Are you planting something, running towards something, enduring something, trying something, creating something? What are you doing? Besides the tangible name, what are you growing towards in the pursuit of whatever this is?
If you are drawing, do you like the drawing? Or do you like the colors, the pencils, the paper, the movement? Do you like the creativity?
If you are running, do you like the running? Or do you like the music in your earbuds, the pumping feeling of your heart, your skin, your feet? Do you like the power?
If you are writing, do you like the writing? Or do you like the words, the muscles in your wrists, the empty paper growing with distinct lettering? Do you like the thinking?
This, my friend, is your passion.
If you drift to creativity – RUN.
If you drift to power – PURSUE.
If you drift to thought – EXPLORE.
Find a way to continue the sensation of pursuing this action. It might not be this exact action. It might, in fact, be something you haven’t discovered yet. But it exists.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing stories inspired by my real and imaginative experiences since I learned at age 7 that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.