Dead End (How To Get Through It)

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Dead end.

 

I know you must be wondering why would I start a sentence with the words dead end, does it even qualify as a sentence? Probably not, but following the rules to make my point is not what is important.

When you arrive at a dead end you must stop, as you cannot go any further. Well duh, you must be thinking, it doesn’t take Sherlock to solve that mystery.

…And yet, you present yourself as a dead end all the time. Meaning you refuse to make yourself vulnerable to others; they become stuck and cannot go any further into knowing who you are.

This may not apply to you but I am sure that you have or had dead end people in your life. People who are brick walls that you just can’t seem to penetrate no matter how hard you try.

Conversations begin and end abruptly. The sharing of personal information is avoided like the plague, eye contact, smiles and any form of outward affection is shunned. It is strictly business all the time, every time, a clockwork mentality.

Where is the passion? Where is the excitement? Where is the drive? Where is the emotion? Where is the risk taking? Where is the raw vulnerability?

Where is…? Dead end.

Full Stop.

There is no further to go. So you simply stop trying to push forward, you may even stop caring.

If you’re the person exhibiting a dead end personality you feel triumphant, as you have abated the peeling away of your protective shell. But are you truly alive without the vulnerability?

You must be thinking…okay Ms. Literary Analyst what is your point, after all this is not a personal development blog, it is a literary blog.

I want you to think of this piece as personal development through the art of story.

Think of your favorite characters from books, movies and plays for a moment. Why did you favor them?

I can answer that for you, they had an awesome story. They unleashed who they were to the world and did not care, why? They had something they wanted to overcome and something they wanted to achieve…there were no obstacles too great.

When you are dead end you are too busy protecting who you are to really go for what you want…that requires vulnerability, openness, risk taking, and an unleashing of who you are to the masses…or simply to your family and friends.

Ever start to read a book and you could not get into the story no matter how hard you tried? Finally you abandon the book and find something else to read. The reason you abandoned the book was because you came across some dead end characters, producing a dead end story, producing a lack of interest in lifeless characters.

Do you see how the art of story can also inform your own personal development?

Authors and screenwriters alike spend countless time crafting the perfect story, plot, theme, concept etc. where characters have a passion and drive to achieve what they want and overcome all obstacles to do so.

The stories that make writers successful are the stories with characters that exhibit openness and vulnerability. A vulnerability that they recognize is necessary to overcome obstacles and achieve what they want.

What is the opposite of dead end? Well…the opposite of death is life and only you can define what is means to be alive.

I think we can both agree that putting up a wall between yourself and others may protect you from pain, risk, hurt, and being vulnerable. But it will also stop you from making the greatest achievements in your life and from people getting to know the awesome person that you are.

For the holidays, give the gift of yourself, your true, raw and vulnerable self, even for just a day. It may be the greatest gift you will ever give.

 

How Your Personal Growth Relates To Chinese Bamboo

Chinese Bamboo

Iam currently reading Aleph by Paulo Coelho and I have already gained a personal insight and life lesson that I would like to share.

What is this business about Chinese Bamboo anyway? I know this question must be buzzing around in your mind. When I first read it in Aleph, before the explanation was given, I could not make the connection. What does Chinese Bamboo have to do with my personal growth? What does a physical plant have to do with something as abstract as personal development? The two don’t seem to intersect.

But it turns out that they do. Chinese Bamboo and your personal growth have more of a connection than you may think. Chinese Bamboo spends five years in its growth process as a little shoot, the only visible aspect of its existence. However, during those five years the Chinese Bamboo is developing its root system. After the five years of being a little shoot and developing its root system the Chinese Bamboo goes through a growth spurt and overtime becomes 25 meters high.

How does this knowledge connect to your own personal growth?

Well think about the amount of time and energy that you may have put into a passion of yours, a project, a relationship; time that may have spanned for years. Does it sometimes, or all the time, appear as if you are not getting any results? As if you are only witnessing a little shoot after putting in so much time?

Guess what? It is not time for you to give up. During the time that you are putting in all your effort, energy and resources you are slowly but surely building a root system that will eventually provide results that you may not even be able to sustain.

The idea is that you must be persistent and keep at it. There is a trend in society today that everything has to be quick with minimal effort, if the results are not seen immediately it means that you are not doing enough, it means that you should quit and try something else, it means that your passion is not worth while, it means that you are a failure.

But are you a failure? Time may very well prove that you a lot more successful that you think. However, you must give it time and your maximum effort. Do not under any circumstances give up.

Anything that is worth it in life requires a lot of time and persistence before any results can be seen.

Is there a project, relationship, passion or dream that you have abandoned because you didn’t see results right away? I encourage you to once again pursue that project, relationship or passion relentlessly and put in all of your effort. Others may only see the little shoot and criticize you and put you down but you must become aware of the intricate root system that you are building and let this be your motivation to continue.

What Makes a Good Story?

What Makes a Good Story?

W hat makes a good story? What makes you want to pick up a book and read from the beginning to the end. These days I find it hard to find a story that makes me want to keep reading. The type of story that makes you crazy. That type of story that makes you stay up all night even though you have work the next day. You just can’t put the book down. What is that experience made of? What sparks it? What sustains it? What keeps you reading? Are there stories that are universally good, that no matter who reads the book they will find it addicting, like the Harry Potter Series. Or are there stories that are good only because of your own life experiences, personality and personal taste?

I have had the experience of a friend recommending a book to me saying, “This book is just amazing, you have to read it!” Only to abandon the book after the first 100 pages or less. What made the difference? Why was my experience different from the experience of my friend?

There have been times that I have struggled to read a 120 page book but then read a 1000+ book in two days. I am curious about what builds that momentum. Are you? Is it character? Is it a unique plot? Is it the theme? Is it the concept? It it a combination of all? These questions have been tugging at me for a long time.

Why did The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo resinate with so many people? Is it psychology? The psychology of literature would be a fascinating topic. To explore why we like, hate, adore, and become addicted to characters and certain stories would fascinate me. Does it fascinate you?

Does art imitate life? Is this the draw? Does art veer from reality? Is this the draw. What is it for you? Do you read fiction to escape or do you read it because it resonates and reflects your real life? Some argue that they don’t read fiction because there is nothing to learn from it. Is this true? What life lessons have you been able to learn from reading fiction, if any? What novel deliberately impacted the next steps that you took in your life? Has a fiction book drastically impacted your life? I am really interested in hearing your thoughts. please do share in the comment section below. Let’s start the discussion on what makes a good story together.

MAC Encounters (R.I.P Steve Jobs)

MacBook Pro

Encounter 1 (Number Crunchers)

On a classic Mac color machine my fingers are tapping away on the mouse as the wannabe Pac-Man figure, by my leading, eats up the prime numbers. Quickly I am accumulating points and ignoring the call for my attention.

“Denise!”

Did someone just call me? I think I am hearing things.

Tap. Tap.

Class starts without me.

Suddenly the teacher stops talking, walks towards me and gives me a voodoo like glare, my body moves like a zombie and I find myself walking towards my desk outside of my control. Did I turn off the computer? I hope not, maybe I can go back to the game when the spell has lifted.

That was grade 5.

I didn’t even know the difference between PC and MAC then. All of the computers I used in school had the rainbow apple, I thought, that was just the way things were…I can’t even recall the transition. I just knew that one day the rainbow apple was gone and my teacher said…

“Mr. PC, Denise…Denise, Mr. PC”

The introduction was made…it was like an arranged marriage, I didn’t have a choice, I made do and came to like the bugger.

Encounter 2 (I See The Light)

I watched the professor pace back and forth and saw his mouth move. I had no idea what he was saying as I had tuned him out. It was like watching a silent picture.

Slowly I black out.

Few minutes later I am greeted by a bright light surrounded by white plastic, it’s very similar to an apple but somehow different from what I was use to seeing. Of course when I come to my senses and realize where I am, in a lecture hall, I see that the person in front of me has turned their iBook G4 around to show their friend something. Nonetheless, from that day onward I saw the light, was converted and became a mac disciple, but then Satan stole it, that story is to come.

Couple years later…

Encounter 3 (Satan Emerges)

I logged onto eBay, put in the minimum price for my mac and waited for a bidding war to start. I was excited, I could use the money to purchase a brand new mac.  When I was notified that I had a winning bidder my heart began to race and I made contact immediately.

“Can you meet me at a street corner where you live…”

“Ah…how about I just ship the iBook to you, we don’t have to meet up.”

“I will pay you more money for the iBook if we can meet up, plus you can save money on shipping…”

“Ah…well…I don’t know…I will have to see…”

“Listen I can be there in 30 minutes, I really need this machine tonight, please I will transfer the money over to you right away, once you see it is there, call me back and we can arrange to meet up…”

Silence.

Throat clearing.

“Okay…meet me at the local mall…”

It was nine o’clock at night, and my neighborhood is sketchy at best. I scan the parking lot and do a 360 degree turn. I try to be incognito. I am unsuccessful, as I am convinced that my silver rimmed glasses will give me way.

I am tense, I am wearing black, and I am trying to recall all of my self-defense moves.

Negative.

If anything I will use the fork I managed to jam into my pants at the last minute.

My uneasiness should have been a clue.

A white car pulls up with a ton of teenagers in it. A hooded figure (no joke) emerges from the white car; it was Satan (joke). I can ‘t see his face and he repeatedly drags his sleeves down to cover his wrist, a sign of unease.

“You Denise”

“Yeah”

What I should have said and done was:

“You Denise”

“Who wants to know?” and immediately present the fork.

I know it sounds ridiculous but not as ridiculous as what ensues later.

I hand over the computer, say my goodbyes, and watch as the white car packed with hooded teenagers speeds away, the car is the microcosm of hell.

Like the car, I speed walk my way home. Sit down and almost stab myself with the fork.  I log onto eBay, thinking, at least I made $700+ dollars.

I look at my transactions. The $700+ dollars that was once in my PayPal account has now disappeared. Apparently the voodoo that my teacher had worked on me earlier in life had spread to my computer, either that or it had a virus.

I log off my computer and log back on. I log back onto PayPal and nothing has changed…I have no money, it has been retracted.

I did not ship the laptop, and I completed the transaction on my own terms. PayPal can’t help me…my dreams of owning a new mac are shattered; I reacquaint myself with my old PC and cry myself to sleep.

Many years later…

Encounter 4 (Certified Mac Addict and Disciple)

I am waiting for the new MacBook Pro; this one has thunderbolt technology.

It is like I am hit with the mac drug as I twitch and scratch at the mention of the MacBook Pro and can’t stop checking Engadget for updates. I hear my friend say in the distance…

“Slowly step away from the computer, your family is waiting for you downstairs and they are all seated.”

An intervention ensues.

The day the MacBook Pro comes out, I head over to BestBuy and purchase it unbeknownst to my family.

When they try to take the mac away from me, I flop myself on the floor and cry out…

“Get thee behind me Satan.”

Once a mac disciple always a mac disciple.

As I exit night school, I clutch my MacBook Pro close to my side; I see hooded figures emerge from every corner. I do the sign of the apple and remember its creator’s words…

“Life is brief, and then you die, you know? And we’ve all chosen to do this with our lives. So it better be damn good. It better be worth it.”

All of these encounters were worth it Steve Jobs. Thank you.

Oh and one more thing…

No weapon formed against my MacBook Pro shall prosper.

Steve Jobs and Ev Bogue inspired this piece.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stephen King’s Mile 81

Stephen king Mile 81

Consider yourself a Good Samaritan? You may want to think twice the next time you see a car parked on the side of the road. It may be your last stop, or so the story goes in Stephen king’s novella Mile 81.

Has this ever happened to you? You saw someone broken down at the side of the road or the highway and you drove right by? How about a person crunched in a street corner with their head bowed crying with bloodstains on their clothing? Did you stop to help? How did you feel? Guilty? Guilt free? Did you ponder, “I could have saved a life” or did you think, “I just saved my life.” Stephen King’s Mile 81 explores this dichotomy and puts a nice twist on the Good Samaritan story. Keep in mind, though, that being nice to help your fellow man may cost you in more ways than you think. Find out how.

Fear (The Only Way to Overcome It)

Roaring at Fear

Fear is a mean bastard and the only way to overcome it is to size it up, look the beast in the eye and roar louder.

Make fear run for cover.

Make fear fearful of ever entering your presence again.

Expose yourself to fear and confront it!

Stop running.

Stop hiding.

Stop avoiding.

Fear needs you to be confrontational or it will not flee.

What do you fear?

I use to fear public speaking of any kind. I would avoid classes that required presentations; my heart would race when teachers or my boss singled me out for a question.

Work presentations and meetings left me at the brink of having diarrhea (ha ha…crazy huh?), talk about being full of shhhh…

Then I applied for a program that required presentations and some form of public speaking in every class.

What a dilemma I found myself in, speak and pass or be quiet and fail.

I stopped avoiding and began confronting.

What is the only way to overcome your fear?

Stop avoiding and start confronting!

 Do you fear writing? Write.

Do you fear speaking? Speak.

Do you fear publishing? Publish.

Do you fear networking? Network.

Do you fear dogs? Dog.

…wait…sorry that last one didn’t make any sense, but you get the gist…

Do what you fear the most and you will win.

Fear will curl up into the fetal position in a corner somewhere silent.

Avoidance is death.

Confrontation is life.

Each step that you take at confronting your fear will make you more confident.

You can take graduated steps.

You can take leaps.

You can tip toe.

You can crawl.

You can sprint.

It doesn’t matter how you get there, it doesn’t matter if you take it fast or slow.

It matters that you start.

Start confronting.

Stop avoiding.

Look the bastard fear in the eye and roar!

 

 

 

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