"Feeling unsure and lost is part of your path.
Don’t avoid it.
See what those feelings are showing you and use it."
Louis CK
Feeling stuck is damn tough.
It feels like there is no way out. Like time itself is stuck in a vengeful, monotonous, perpetual loop. It appears as though all of creation has taken on a defensive arrogant posture, and is waiting for your next move.
In those very moments of trial, we begin to think that everything we have done or have pushing through recently, belongs in the trash, next to our hopes and dreams. We berate ourselves for believing that we have something great to contribute to the already vast piles of riches of the human consciousness. That we are onto something. That there is a wonderful purpose for our struggles. That there is a reason for everything
I’m not sure about you, but I do.
When I’m stuck, I have no answers and no strength to mumble new questions. My every movement is slow and purposeless. I get easily irritated and angry. It is the perfect time to overeat and get busy with anything and everything. I curse every mistake that continues to haunt me, but because I have grown in maturity a touch, I no longer give up.
I don’t give up, because that is worse than being stuck.
I no longer avoid getting lost along the way.
The older I get, the more I realize that when we get stuck, it is because of something, not despite of nothing.
Being stuck means that you care. It means that you wake up every day and you do what you can to make a ruckus. You have given your time. You have given great effort. That is why you are stuck.
On a planet made up of mostly water, it is most certainly going to rain.
Being stuck sucks the wind out of you.
Time’s like these leave you numb and breathless.
Times’s like these are a sign, that you are further ahead, then you can imagine.
