The scenario is this: I’m old and alone, sitting in a tiny room of a geriatric ward, stuck in some rat hole of a place with nothing to do. I can’t even read any more because my vision is shot. No friends, no family, just an old dog left to rot.
It’s a recurring dream and it’s about being alone and forgotten.
Do you have dreams about being consigned to oblivion?
In reality, there is very little chance you’ll truly be remembered after you pass away. There’s your family of course, but unless you have the creativity of Shakespeare, the genius of Einstein, or the inventiveness of Edison, there’s very little reason to believe you’ll create a lasting legacy.
If it’s that futile, you should just give up, right?
Well I’m not so sure. Think about my depressing dream. There’s something at work deep in my subconscious that fears being alone and forgotten more than death itself.
I think we’re all on the same page when it comes to this. We all want people to remember us for something special.
And this is where it gets back to you and your plans.
When you sit down to write a post, what do you feel when you hit the keyboard? Are you thinking about truly affecting someone’s life in some way?
And I’m not talking about profound change, this is more about a kick start. Think about one lonely soul inspired to make one minor change because of you.
You are the spark.
How much emotion do you bring when you hit that keyboard?
No matter how you flesh out your little masterpiece, you do need that spark of life.
I’m often transported back to the dull, lifeless existence I lead many years ago.
I worked in a toxic environment, where meetings droned on and the bow tied owner was more concerned with hearing himself speak than actually leading a team.
In other words, the shit came from the top down, and for me it was like zombie land. This is a place where people didn’t even say, “good morning.” At the time I got my hands on every self-help book I could read. I needed someone to tell me I wasn’t bat shit crazy and I was fully capable of leaving this toxic waste dump.
And that’s where I’m coming from. When you write, try and visualize someone experiencing some sort of pain. A bad situation they want no part of, and need the impetus to bust a move.
That is how you can make a difference.
Since I started writing, I’ve received a few emails, thanking me for that little flash of motivation. People who wanted someone to tell them it was okay to jump online and write with conviction. Or simply take step one to realize a dream.
And that’s what I’m saying you should do. Write with honestly and a slice of passion. That just might be the motivation someone needs to help them roll out of bed the next day and make that one move. To start that snowball rolling.
You don’t need to completely bare your soul, but certain practices go a long way to:
1. Make a difference in someone’s life, and;
2. Fully realize your capabilities as a writer.
It’s a win-win situation, and the more I do this, the less I dream about being old and lonely.
I don’t care if you’re blogging about accounting or Flemish tulip vases, part of making “it” really work involves telling a story.
And guess what? Stories with heart and soul have a better chance of making a connection that lasts.
So, why not wear a little chunk of your heart on your sleeve?
We probably won’t be remembered like Cezanne or Twain or Franklin. Not bloody likely is right, but maybe part of your lasting legacy will be born right on that WordPress template.
And if you can make a difference, however small, isn’t that what it’s all about?
If you feel this way, join our community and we can bust a move together. it’s growing by the day.
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