All great and precious things are lonely. – John Steinbeck
I want to be a little personal about some things that
happen to me when I get a hold on an idea. Most ideas come to me with a spark. Some
thundering in my heart that produces some zing that electrifies and makes me feel
that it is impossible to fail if I venture into it. This phase is important for
me because the possibility of the idea coming to life is
totally dependent on whether or not I am excited about it.
Immediately after this phase I face a deafening silence.
A silence of thought. A silence of ideas. A silence of action – or inaction. I look
at my idea and it suddenly does not look as revolutionary as it did days
earlier. If you have pursued a goal and achieved it or failed at it you would
have experienced what I am describing.
I think it is the loneliness that engulfed David in
the caves of Adullam. Imagine him sitting derelict in cave frustrated of having
run from the king for weeks and hearing those words from a prophet whose words
never fail ring in his heart: “Send for him [David], for we will not sit down
to eat until he is here.” If he was to be king why have the thunders held their
peace? Why are trumpets sounds not welcoming his every move?
The same can be said of Joseph. His dream showed glory
but unfortunately didn’t show him the dry well or servant life or prisons. Sitting
in the midst of silent thunders he would look back and wonder if he dreamed it
right.
All achievers must survive the silence of thunders. Your
dreams will pass through this phase. If it will come to pass you too must
survive this phase holding on to your dreams.
I will keep my eyes on my goal. A friend once told me
the way up is a lonely boring way. Though I love to change the images such
words give me, I know from my experience that it is indeed lonely and boring. But
if my dreams will see the light of day I must believe in them when no one else
does. I must hold them firmly and closely while I survive the silence that
comes after the thunders.
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