I don’t know about you, but I’d really love to be on a game show, just so I’d get the chance to make some free money. Being a writer isn’t always the cheapest alternative. Somehow, you have to make money in order to pay editors to look over your work. There are craft books to buy, and of course, you have to pay for your own settlement and food costs. Being a writer means being unsure of the next pay check. Fortunately, I don’t know this yet, since I’m still dependent and in school, but who knows how long that lasts.
Of course, those are nothing compared to the benefits of writing. The sheer joy of being able to weave stories, learning about yourself through the experience, and reading teaches you a heck a lot too. I really have a hard time seeing myself as anything else other than a writer, but I think I could manage. Though taking on a life without my dream would eventually drive me mad.
However, that’s another topic in general. The reason I bring up the wheel of fortune is this… would we want to be dependent on the Wheel of Fortune every day? What if, for your entire life, how you lived that day depended on which slot your wheel landed on?
In some of the inspiration posters, they tell you to ‘Be Spontaneous’, that somehow, being spontaneous every single day will really free you. That being random is somehow making you a better person. As I was an unruly child, unlawfully rocking sideways on the swing set of life, I believe I have the right to say, to some extent: that being spontaneous every day is certainly not always a blessing. Sure, I can be original all I want, but if you don’t have a firm ground to stand on, then you’re like the man who built a house on sand. It will fall apart.
Being spontaneous is like being constantly high on something. It’s like I’m sitting in some bar, drinking in my own ideas and a lung-full of second-hand nonsense smoke. The clouds are so rich, flavorful, yet at the same time, tear apart your lungs as you breathe. It’s almost like a seductive poison, acid laced in perfume. It lingers heavily in your nostrils, until you’re forced to cough out more information than you want to tell your friends. It means that when they’re trying to talk about something, one begins to try to orbit the topic like a satellite, and by the time I actually try to reach the earth, my words fall in a ball of fire and destruction. It seems sometimes to only leads to trips to the bathroom, or, a mess of scraps found in the middle of the desert. Being spontaneous has its drawbacks, since its in a world all of its own.
I won’t only bad-mouth it though. It certainly helps me a lot in my life. It helps me laugh at myself, it helps me make jokes, it helps me make ideas that perhaps others might not think about. I’ve been told I think in a fresh way, and I sometimes point out things people hadn’t thought out before. My siblings used to poke fun at me with smiles on their faces, telling me that my mind was like a ‘spinning wheel’, that they never knew what I’d say next. It was nice to know that they looked forward to whatever I was going to say.
So, what to do with being spontaneous? I won’t say don’t do it, there are too many blessings with being spontaneous that I won’t tell you to stop doing it. It’s just, don’t get trapped in it. If that’s all people expect from you, it gets harder to win someone’s respect. It makes it harder for anyone to take you seriously. And it can hurt you too, depending on the situation.
So lesson? Well, maybe try to be spontaneous sometimes. Sprinkle it into your daily life instead of making it an all time goal. It’s useful for an inspirational quote, but don’t take it to heart 24/7. Creativity, yes, is a nice thing. However, as funny as saying this is, sometimes, being new can get old, you know?
Well, see you next week!