Every morning, the same characters pop into my head. It’s not always John [left] or Trishna [right], but it’s always someone related to them in some way, whether it’s Pollyanna, Sammohini, Jane, or someone that in some way connects to either of them. I find it more funny than annoying or disturbing, because what other characters would I trade in their place? They’re the stars of “The Story!” Could I possibly trade “The Story” away?
Spoilers?: Minor (ubiquity of characters)
Not only because these characters have grown up with me, sitting in the background while I went to college and went into the workforce, only to be sussed out of my most subconscious memories less than two years ago during a deep float tank session. Not only because they represent parts of my personality, no matter how small, and no matter how hard I try to push that away. Not only because I like them…
They also represent something bigger.
Within my profession, there are only a few routes to upper-class success, and even then you’re paid for dealing with a level of stress that I’ve seen cause stress-related injuries, illnesses, and tangentially-related issues. No, thanks! I’ll take the route that is slightly less paying but has more opportunity for meeting new people, observing new things, and taking myself out of situations. All in the name of developing my craft of writing better stories.
Why? Why not go the more traditional route?
What else is there if we don’t have dreams or ambitions. Writing “The Story” the way I imagine it is a pipe dream that will take years of investment, even still, to accomplish. Whereas just accepting my lot in life, taking roots somewhere, and buying into a safe life is easy. Everyone does it. I am surrounded by people that have, and I even was there too, except there was a little nagging sensation constantly.
Call it an insane dream.
I wake up to scenarios about “The Story,” or as I’m going along my day, particularly when I get stressed out, I’ll consider some scene such as Trishna and John going along a nice garden in the middle of Eville, and my thoughts will calm, my nerves will ease up, and I’ll feel more relaxed, ready, and willing to take on that which may come. It’s funny to say it, but it’s calming to consider.
What other options are there?
Avoid life to sleep in? Watch shows that barely interest me? Have hobbies that don’t keep me entertained? Do activities that may be engaging but feel insubstantial, like buying something from a thrift store because it looks appealing, buy that item, only to get distracted, and never doing anything with it again? I’ve done that enough over the years – in fact, most of my twenties had that casually flippant attitude. It’s not that fun.
What is fun is actively being engaged and motivated by something.
Writing, world-building, character building…
Any of these? I won’t trade them!
|Sources: The Story’s Imaginarium.|
|Inspirations: Random Word Generator generated “trade” for me, twice, actually.|
|Related: Essays building “The Story.”|
|Photos: TMNT minifigs representing alternate characters. I thought I’d have fun with the focus on this shot, too.|
|Written On: August 8th [1 hour]|
|Last Edited: August 24th [15 minutes]|