I was watching a movie on TV yesterday about a novelist who stopped writing for 20 years because his wife passed on. A young writer was sent by the publisher to persuade the novelist to return to writing. In the end, the young writer got him to admit that it was fear that kept him from going back to what he was really good at doing.
I think everyone has that fear built-in, at least regular people do. We dream of dreams, but whether we have the ability or not (in the first place) plays a heavy part in whether we actually attempt to realise the dream. Money aside, stepping out of our comfort zone, is discomforting.
A priest in that show, talked to the young writer about a bird with a broken wing - how the psych of the bird changed to that of one that couldn't fly. It must have hurt the bird very much, to have a wing broken, and not be able to fly like the rest of the flock. But one day, a strong gust of wind blew the little bird off the ground, and fearing for his life, he flapped his now recovered wings....of course he flew.
Perhaps, we all need strong gusts of wind to get us really moving.
Perhaps that's why some of us do best, when our backs are pressed against the wall...because then we have no choice but to find a way out - and when choices are limited, we'll make the best of what we have.
I'm now searching for a tornado which is brewing so that I could stand in it's path!
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