Have a project in life

It’s a good idea to have a project in life. Something uniquely yours, something which is an expression of your inner world. A painting, a novel, anything you want. You can be inspired by others if you wish, but try to find the project that is truly yours. Don’t copy. Don’t mimic. Sure, you can be inspired by someone or something else, as long as the idea stemming from that inspiration is yours. When you’re dead, several centuries from now, someone is going to look at your project and say, ”Ah, so this is what that guy was about.” Your project is going to open up new mental horizons you didn’t even know existed. It’s going to be a journey of creativity, catharsis and revelation. If you can link your project with your job, that’s the ideal scenario, though rare. I know you’re acutely aware of that, dear reader.

My novel is my project. My idea, my journey, my adventure. I make sure to avoid the eternal editing trap, as I call it. You know, when you polish and polish, edit and edit, to the point of getting lost in your own comments and criticisms. Just terrible. Avoid the eternal editor trap at all costs. You need to be decisive at some point and move on to the next step with your novel. Still, nothing pleases me more than hearing my novel is unique. That’s the best and most powerful compliment for me, especially coming from seasoned readers or publishing world employees. I know people say these things without giving it a second thought, people tell us what we want to hear, but not everyone is so gracious. I’m talking about people who have no reason to sugarcoat things. People who don’t compliment you because it’s a nice thing to do. Oh, no.

My friend had another project. ”A marten in the attic.” Martens are pesky creatures. They are nocturnal and can cause serious damage in your house or apartment. Getting rid of them isn’t easy but operation ”poisoned eggs” seems to be a success. Martens love eggs so it’s one of the easiest ways to lure them out. Another animal you’ll find all over Poland is a boar. They can even be the size of a small bear sometimes. Not aggressive most of the time, they can actually be really fast. Don’t let their appearance fool you. Seeing ten, even twenty, boars prancing around isn’t a rarity these days. This boar bonanza is getting out of control.

Now, as I’m sure you know, there are people who treat others as their personal projects. Yes, there are people like that, no kidding. To treat someone as the project usually means to make them romantically interested.  Involved. To fix them which is a form of manipulation, let’s not kid ourselves, even if our intentions are good. We want to reform them to mirror what we want them to be like. I’m not talking about pathetic pickup artistry with pathetic pickup lines but a genuine attempt to drag someone into our lives. ”I’ll make you mine,” and variations thereof, are one of the most popular phrases in songs for a reason.

Manipulation, daring acts, charms, persistence, even magic potions and spells, whatever works. It is indeed quite a challenge to turn someone into our spouse when they aren’t that interested in us, or not interested at all, even entirely against the idea. Wrapping our arms around that formerly hostile person is akin to symbolically claiming them as ours. How about a woman placing her hand on a guy’s chest for a photo? Highly symbolic. Some of these poses go back to ancient times, believe it or not, though their meaning has shifted many times. I mean, the sorority squat definitely doesn’t go back to ancient times, that’s for sure. I deliberately don’t link to sorority squats for fear of losing IQ points.

The arm-wrapping phase usually comes about when the capturing or converting phase is over and our former enemy or someone who resisted our charms and compliments, among other things, gives up and accepts he or she is now in our life. Before that happens, let’s make sure both sides feel real love, and not pretend love to gain access to assets and then vanish, while laughing all the way to the bank. And in certain mental conditions, the need to feel safe and valued is particularly strong. If I were someone’s ”favorite person,” I’d tell them: You’re safe, loved and valued. Though, to be honest, I’d rather not be anyone’s favorite person. Way too much responsibility. I’m too selfish for that. Maybe, that’s God’s way of making me less egotistical?

Cause, ultimately, most of us want to feel fulfilled, safe, and valued.

There’s a theory we switch realities without being consciously aware of it. Some are rumored to do it consciously. Most academics are going to say it’s nonsense, I know, so what. Call it resonance. We go to reality we resonate with. It’s the little things, sometimes bigger things. I know that millions, maybe billions, of people (including me) have been asking themselves the same question: ”What the hell is this timeline?” Things have really gone off the rails since 2020, haven’t they? We’re in some lunatic asylum. Not that it was perfect before but man, things really have gotten weird, I get ya. All the more reason to start your own project.

Here’s an interesting project I’ve come across, covering archeology.