I wish I knew this years ago, like when I was 8 or that. I figured it out all on my own eventually, but about twenty years later than would have been ideal.
The sudden inspiration to action, the flash of "yeah man, I'mma gonna build my own bed / brew my own beer / become an artist ", that can feel like half the battle; after wallowing in apathy for endless time, simply knowing what you want to do is a huge part of getting it done.
But it is not. That's how it feels alright, but knowing what you want is just knowing there is a battle, it does fuck all about getting your fat ass into the scrap.
You can talk about the battle for years, it gets so that maybe you begin to think you fought that fight, that you tried your hand and it didn't work out.
Closely related to this is Yoda's philosophy: "do or do not; there is no try" - do something, really give it everything, and if it comes to nothing you can look back and see that you tried. But set out to try and you are not really trying at all.
Knowing that there is a battle dies not get you into it. Getting into the battle gets you into the battle.
Less talk, more action.
This post retreads a path so heavily travelled by bar stool philosophers and rancid self-helpers that any simple wisdom is indistinguishable from impacted shite. But I am writing it anyway, because action is victory.
I'll groove this habit if it fucking kills me. Onwards!
