It used to be said that when in doubt, it was better to not act at all. I was someone that used to feel the same way. I doubted my ability to have a voice that echoes amongst others’ thoughts. I doubted that I would ever be able to follow through with the most incendiary of passions that I had held close to my heart and hidden from most everyone that knew me for my entire adulthood. Most important of all, I doubted myself.
This was the case until I woke up one morning almost a year ago after participating in a brief yet brutal Facebook tirade with a fellow acquaintance. The tirade related to a blistering debate about the financial devastation that had twice followed the only two times that the Grand Ole Party had held complete control over the District of Columbia. The following morning after the aforementioned outburst I woke up and could not stop writing, not about politics per se, but about the creative process and how important it is to the foundation of the future and that of living.
I do not know where the motivation came from, though there is no doubt about it, that is a gift so graciously given to me from above. I do know that I felt a brand spanking new consciousness of freedom filling me whole, while words flowed from within me like ice-cold water from a spigot on a sizzling southern day. My mind had evolved into an outpost of creative goodness within a day’s time and I no longer doubted my ability to construct my dreams into reality and lay them upon the world’s existence. Soon thereafter this blog and its foundation was loosely laid and the rest they say is history, right?
So what is doubt? Doubt in the sense of mentality is when the mind rests suspended between two or more contradictory intentions, and is unable to decide between any of them. Doubt on the emotional level is the indecision between belief and disbelief. Doubt on an emotional level is often uncertain, lacking trust, and missing conviction within the certainty of facts, motives, and more important than those, decisions. Doubt often results in the delaying and rejecting of relevant action due to the concern of making a mistake or missing out on a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Doubt is the devastating spread of ignorance via instruments of fear and misery. There is a cultural phenomenon that is taking place and allowing these instruments to feast on the heart of freedom and liberty, as we know it. That cultural phenomenon is the mass media at our fingertips and its permeating purpose to propagate inexperience by allowing certain powerful influences, both corporate and administrative, to prey on the individual’s thirst for knowledge and freedom by spreading malicious and fabricated information that only helps to boost the momentum of ignorance by way of hatred’s vacuum.
I leave you with a quote from an “unknown” freethinker, this quote has often been one that takes my doubt and twists it into motivation.
“We must give credit to that oft-repeated assertion that democracy is the kind nurse of knowledge, and that high literary excellence has flourished with her prime and faded with her decay? Liberty, it is said, is all-powerful to feed the aspirations of intellect, to hold out hope, and keep alive the flame of mutual rivalry and ambitious struggle for the highest place. Moreover, the prizes, which are offered in every free state keep the spirits of her foremost speakers, whetted by perpetual exercise; they are, as it were, ignited by friction, and naturally blaze forth freely because they are surrounded by freedom. But we of today seem to have learned in our childhood, the lessons of benignant despotism, to be cradled by its habits and the customs from the time when our minds were still tender, and never to have tasted the fairest and most fruitful fountain of eloquence, I mean liberty. Hence we have developed nothing but a taste for flattery. This is the reason why, though all other faculties, are consistent with servile condition, no slave ever became a speaker; because in him there is an ignorant spirit which will not be kept down—instead his soul always chained—for he is one who has learned to be ever expecting a blow from his own neighbor.”
So my question for you is, just because they feed our reality with enduring doubt and provide us with more opportunity to fail than to succeed, does that mean the dream has died?
Absolutely not. It is very much alive in you, me, and everyone else in between.
Thank you whole-heartedly for taking the time to stop by. See you this weekend.