Life is a rollercoaster, with the occasional isolating feeling that what you’re going through is unique to the history of humanity. While no one has been through your exact life’s experiences, there have been many brave individuals that have braved through circumstances far worse. When I listen to Sabaton or see them live (4th time now!), their lyrics detailing historic battles remind me to press forward, and their music inspires me to address life’s stresses!
“So my friend Jane applied for a contract here, and she’s, like, really good- much better at doing any sort of advanced thinking stuff than I’ve ever been, and she didn’t get it- the agency said that management went in a different direction and, you know, I’m just, well, I wanted to ask you about it- can I?”
Her manager’s office was filled with military awards.
“I understand, Sam. Lisa won’t favor me divulging this.”
In my last summer without obligations, between high school and college, I spent most of that innocent time writing a foundational element to “The Story” References stars John (left) as “everSOL the Valiant,” crash-lander on a strange planet that is driven to find his dearest friend “Trisha” (right). I forgot about References to become a salaryman. After rescuing it from this almost-lost disk, what’s available is online, unmodified. Let’s talk about my successful failure: References.
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“What did that [overhead announcement] mean? It sounded cool!” “It meant [basically] in 30 minutes, all hands on deck[1,2].” Coming up on 5 years ago, I was just bumming around in life, and ended up working at a thrift store for the hell of it. While looking for new junk is my primary reason for going, I also like going to remind myself of the times I hopped into gnarly trailers full of donations to salvage rarities.
Another 70 posts in the can! Compared to when I was first getting my footing with this website nearly 400 posts ago, things are coalescing now into a finely-tuned machine that seemingly spits out content daily. What if you told me then that I’d be spending an average of three hours daily writing, sometimes waking up at 3AM to write, all to chase my dreams? I’d say good! This dream is the only good fight there is:
I don’t hide behind my pseudonym because I’m nervous about what I’ve written. If I posted the more pointed content from this series on professional networking websites, I’m sure there’d be equal parts appreciation and aggression. It’s mainly practicality necessitating innocently witnessing manipulation tactics in action, so I can later write about those parlor tricks. When/if there’s a point where my name is synonymous with my content, then they’d know I can see their hand.
Words mean nothing in fitness. Similarly to wanting to become a writer yet never practicing writing, you must put in the work not just for fitness but anything in life, in order to achieve the results you want. Fortunately, once you start putting in the work, it becomes easier and after a while, you can’t even imagine life without doing that work as often as you can. It’s a positive feedback loop with subtle results.
Words mean nothing if you can’t tell a story. Stories should have a purpose, whether it’s suggesting new ideas or encapsulating authentic emotions, otherwise what’s the point? My writing system helps me write efficiently because everything here ties together, even loosely. I have big ambitions for this recent untitled set of short stories starring Sammohini, a side character in “The Story,” so let’s explore the behind-the-scenes moments I captured while writing “Words Mean Nothing V.”
“Words mean nothing to Linda. She’s looking for proactive, action-oriented, superheroes to rebuild her team. When you meet her on Thursday, Jane, make sure to accentuate that.” Jane nodded and sipped her coffee while the strategizer continued. “Just between us, she told me she’s clearing out the old guard.” “Interesting… What’s her strategy then, Fidelity? Just so I know what to avoid saying.” Fidelity gazed upon anyone within earshot in the crowded coffeehouse before continuing.
Words mean nothing between Trishna (left) and John (right). As main characters of “The Story,” they’ve built rapport via thousands of digital words and hours of phone conversation before ever meeting. While other side characters may falter over minor miscommunication misunderstandings, typically, they understand each other almost subconsciously. That might be the cosmic romantic ideal, so I’m taking my time to explore their personalities and understand their faults fully, before I begin writing their story.