I have never been one for a consistent schedule.
Naturally that includes even the things I am interested in, or even quite passionate about. This has led to many a dead project or indefinite hiatus from works. This place is not above that treatment. However, I do still find the odd spark of desire to write up some kind of bizarre rambling that I feel conceited enough to believe others should have to read, or in this case, the spark to do some programming. Imagine that!
My relationship with the craft of programming could charitably be described as poor, perhaps even adversarial, as I am simply just not clever enough to make anything clean or functional yet brazenly decide to attempt anyways. As of late I have been picking away at a project that may actually see the light of day, based on my current pace and progress (not that such has been a reliable indicator in the past). Working on it, all the while having to contend with my atrocious programming skills, has in some way unlocked a portion of my mind that had been stifled over last few years. The portion of my mind that just truly and genuinely enjoys working on things.
In these recent days I found myself deeply withdrawing from all the many noisome distractions of our modern time, surely made more impressive by the fact that I was already rather disconnected from it already. It has brought me silence, a great and horrible silence, that has pushed my mind to create its own entertainment. Creating things is something that I enjoy but am simultaneously terrible at, and as such it is always easier to move to other things once the friction of work sets in. With less to act as an accessible and immediate distraction, I find myself more and more compelled to actually be productive.
While my anecdotal evidence on the subject certainly is not something to tout as absolute truth (irregardless of the fact that I do only speak in absolute truths), I do feel that the general thrust of my point is broadly applicable to most others. Oft are people sat in front of their screens and staring at nothing in particular, filling their ears and eyes and mind with meaningless information. Surely even you, the reader, have come across moments where you realized that you were doing just that. Imagine if you could instead spend that time doing all of the things that you imagine yourself doing, the many skills you desired to learn, the projects you wished to complete, the work that you have been putting aside. Imagine, then, how satisfied you would become from there.
“Always on your damned phone,” best summarizes it.
Just stop wasting time. It is quite obvious. I must wonder why not another soul has ever thought of that. My jest aside, I merely feel that if I scream my little letters into my little digital hole in the mire, even one person will read them and choose to create rather than simply squander time. Creating anything takes so much time, but at the very least you get something out of it, including your own satisfaction. Perhaps if I even take my own advice, for once, I will be able to have exciting things to show off to the world.
Perhaps you will, too.
