A Culture of Death
When feelings attack our well-being
What is it that appears to form thoughts with one purpose that can make a mountain out of a mole-hill? Recently an article that had me struggling with the content that I dreamed about the outcome and awaking could not let it go. Somehow the contents of the theme became an obsession with the decision to put a hold on more writing for a while until I could consciously discern the deeper meaning of the blog.
It is easy to pour out thoughts when sitting and putting them into print as a flow of nouns and verbs and all the adjectives or adverbs take their proper position in the theme. But, when a crisis appears that can make or break a well-founded story the process can suddenly turn into the sense of scrapping the effort. I suppose when we sit and write the same words over and over as in the Shining with Jack Nicholson who wrote hundreds of the same sentence with piles of scrap paper and got nowhere, it can resemble a similar result for us if we give up
Where did this thought of giving up because of a dream that appeared real when I awoke come from? As writers sometimes experience blanks on a particular theme the obvious suggestion is do not quit. Your thoughts that are printed must have some specific attraction that your mind has or had stored and need to be shared with your readers. As St. Paul said; I do what I know I should not and do not do what I know I should. We do not know exactly what it was that confronted him, but the idea of making a judgment on our own endeavors can be a waste of time. Dream a thought, put it on paper, submit for publication and let the chips land where they fall. Perhaps that may sound like a frivolous thing to do, but we sometimes are our own worst judges of our actions. Writing fits that scenario very well. (cf Rom. chapter 7).
As we continue to share spiritual proponents regarding the life of Jesus Christ, the path he set for us to follow, writers like Paul of Tarsus who wrote more than any one person of the New Testament, and warnings that Satanic influence would be our adversary, the probability that dreams of discouragement are not so much sleeping thoughts as much as subtle interludes in many different ways will become the attacks to our well-being.
We need to get beyond the least event of criticism of ourselves and continue to write. That is the gift God gave us and we are obligated to do the best we can.
Ralph B. Hathaway