People know writers are creative individuals and possibly strange creatures who retreat and live periods of time in solitude in order to write a masterpiece.
They also know writers fear, what is, for them, an apocalyptic event: the so-called “Writer’s block”, meaning a period of time, usually more than would be comfortable, during which no inspiration occurs and the writer is left blank without ideas to write about.
What people don’t generally get is that writers are people too, and they can suffer the hardships of life just like any other man or woman, in addition to “Writer’s block”.
They can especially experience a “Life block”.
A life block is, in my opinion, writer’s block applied to all the aspects of a person’s life.
Where do you go next? What do you believe in? What is truly important to you? What is that thing you’d do for the rest of your life, no matter what, and it’d make you happy?
What if you arrived at a certain point and time in your life, for which you should actually be grateful for, but you suddenly realize this is not where you wanna be, this is not the path you’d like to continue walking on?
And when you start to think about this, when you try to find ways to alter the direction your life is going at the moment, you realize you should have made different decisions ten years ago. Those different choices would have allowed you now to be in a different place, but back then, you had no idea you’d wanna be in that place where you wanna be now.
So how ‘bout this for a life setting? What do you do? Just stop, roll over and die? Continue walking on a path you don’t actually hate but also don’t identify with anymore? Try to go where you’d wanna go while keeping the safe harbor of the current, known to you, road? Burn everything down and almost unwittingly condemn yourself to a life of possible misery just so you can try full-time changing your life?
And now that I’ve mentioned “safe harbor” and “life of misery”, there are actually two scenarios: the one in which you play it safe, being harbored and all and you’ll have a potentially-happy life which you’ll live miserably, and the one in which you let go of all your fears and adventure into a possibly miserable life which could change and make you happy at some point, but you’re not sure if that will actually happen or if you’ll just want it to happen but you’ll have no power to make it come true.
Even more, if you question this, isn’t it a sign you maybe just don’t belong, not here, nor there, not anywhere? If you’d really have a “calling” to a profession or another, if it’d really made you happy having a career in a field or another, wouldn’t that be loud like train signal? Would that even be questionable?
Now what? All these questions and no answers. Time passing by, time you’ll never get back, time you lose, actual life you’re losing. Questioning, doubting, not knowing what you really wanna do, going to a job you like and which is paying for your bills and keeping you safe for the moment, but a job you don’t necessarily love and you wouldn’t necessarily do for the rest of your life. And there you go, spinning in circles, day-by-day. Spinning which is paid with actual life-time. There’s nothing more expensive than this. There’s nothing which should be bought with life time, except for the consciousness that you’re doing what you wanna do, which in turn should make you happy.
What’s the next fucking step?