Archive | March, 2013

Worse than hitting ROCK Bottom

31 Mar

When one’s hit the rock bottom and is condemned for all eternity to be stuck in the abysmal rock bottom and the only silver lining one sees is the crevice that one cannot reach… and then one may think, “Things cannot get worse than this…” and one sighs and adds “…nada… no way… there can be nothing worse than this…”.

Hitting rock bottom [aka s1ngal's attempt at sculpting]

Hitting rock bottom [aka s1ngal’s attempt at sculpting]

Inevitably, things worse than the worst that then happen to one is that one adapts to living there. One makes a home right there – carving and etching one’s way through the rock. No sooner has one begun the adventure, one sees oneself enjoying that s***hole. One befriends the carvings and carves out a statuette and now one’s a sculptor.

One’s become a sculptor who can sculpt with one’s bare hands [fingers and nails] and now one looks at one’s dexterity and knows one deserves a pat in one’s back. Sadly though, one, being on one’s own, has no one to share one’s feat with. Who knew… One’s could become a sculptor!!!

But….errrr…. hang on a minute!!! Wasn’t the only thing one wanted to do was to get outta there? What happened then??

  1. For the first question, the answer is – Yes, one always ever wanted was to get out of there.
  2. For the second question, the answer is – Then… well worse than hitting rock bottom happened.

Now, learn from the Great Ms. Rowling

Seven years after graduating from university, Rowling saw herself as “the biggest failure I knew.”  Her marriage had failed, she was jobless with a dependent child, but she described her failure as liberating:

Failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy to finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one area where I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter, and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

– J. K. Rowling, “The fringe benefits of failure”, 2008.

To hell with “When life gives you a lemon, make a lemonade”.

I say I DO NOT WANT LEMONADE. I say I DO NOT WANT TO BE A SCULPTOR. Now when one thought things couldn’t get worse, it just did. Adapting yourself to your misery is actually worse than the misery itself.

 Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one area where I truly belonged.

Bottom line [from my rock bottom] being I do not want to succeed in sculpting.  I may have been busy enjoying sculpting at the rocks with my bare hands but at the end of the day I’m just making a lemonade that I DO NOT WANT. Making lemonade isn’t the one area where I truly belong.

Ergo, a new quote [from the ever aspiring writer, never one]

When life gives you a lemon, WRITE ABOUT IT… duh!?!

 

FTW’sB

30 Mar

The more I’ve tried to ignore the Writer’s block, the more it’s blocked me and got my brain clogged and now I am paralysed. So seriously F [to stand for the F word], T = the and W’s B = Writer’s block.

I’ll write. Yes, I shall write. I shalt write. I am writing… errr typing.

  • I’ve read books to “lift off” this so called W’s B, didn’t work.
  • I’ve watched movies – the one with Clive Owen playing Hemingway. Still didn’t work.
  • I’ve read fellow bloggers’ blogs – still no work.
  • I’ve tried being creative by taking pictures [to keep the count for my blog posts], I ran out of creativity. So, yes… that, too, didn’t work.
  • I’ve looked at the blank page that simply stares back at me with little icons one “Add New Post” on the top – didn’t get me to writing.

So seriously, before I give up on writing altogether [in the hope of getting this writer’s block unblocked], I’m taking the road less traveled and writing whatever comes to my mind – until my mind runs on empty.

 

Phoneography Challenge: My Neighbourhood

10 Mar

I no longer have the luxury of owning a smart phone, please click here for details. And that’s why I maybe breaking the rule from the challenge

To kick this off, grab your phone and head out the door. That’s right — get on your feet and go outside to explore — and document — where you live.

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Sad, I won’t be able to participate in any future phoneography challenge… thanks to my not-so-smart phone [without camera]… O yes, I belong to theee 18th century now, there… I’ve said it 😦

Lost in the Weekly Photo Challenge

3 Mar

SHARE A PHOTO THAT MEANS LOST IN THE DETAILS TO YOU!

Says this week’s photo challenge, find more details and photos here.

…and here’s my version —–>

Lost... in

Lost… in

Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward

1 Mar

Better late than never – an excuse for a procrastinator ?!?

Well, this week’s Photo challenge was both easy and not-so-easy. The theme is beautiful… I took a whole lot of pictures and then posted none. In the end I have settled for this old picture of a very very good friend who has moved forward in life on this day. Click here to see more of such photos.

… in the name of growing up and moving “forward” ?!?…

 

A.M.Bradley

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