A Fairytale

There was God of Creativity, who lived up in the sky of wonder, above the clouds of doubt and confusion.

He was a kind God and wanted everyone to be happy and do whatever made them happy.  To achieve that he gave all the people natural abilities and talents to enjoy.  When people utilized their talents, they felt exquisite pleasure and could even catch a glimpse of  God of Creativity himself, who was remarkably glorious.

However, some people failed to use their natural abilities because life around them was tough.  They toiled day and night to earn their daily bread  and were never  happy, so they became envious of those who did as God told them.

As the life on Earth became harder, more and more people fell away from God of Creativity and stopped using their natural talents.  More and more people grew dissatisfied and angry. Jealous of the others, they made fun of them.

"Look at you, painting your stupid pictures! What are you going to eat tomorrow, your oil paint?" they taunted the starving but happy artists.

Art has become a useless trifle and didn't pay a penny.  Being an artist became a joke. Artists could only be poor. Nobody cared about God of Creativity anymore.  People became more desperate and depressed.  The world was turning gray.  The few artists who still worshiped  God were considered madmen.

God of Creativity finally got fed up.

He said, "Stupid people, I gave you life and I gave you happiness.  You threw it away and now suffer!"

He got tired and decided to leave the Earth, taking the few worshipers left with him.  Where they are now, nobody knows, but the world is surely full of suffering.

The Futility of Goals

Yes, I've been silent for too long.  And I know that nobody reads my blog. I am not a real blogger anyway, I don't get excited sharing my pearls of wisdom with the Internet readers, or crazed about other people's blogs.  I guess it's just not for me.  But I don't want to be completely out of the picture yet either.  So after four months of being locked away in the deep dungeon of the job torture, and not being able to be with myself, I am once again trying to reconnect with the soul inside of me.   I am once again surrounded by the sacred silence, listening to the whispers of a voice withing me. The voice of what, I don't know.  God, Holy Spirit, inner wisdom, my heart, a Messenger, the infinite creative well... ? But I can hear it once again, guiding me through constant battle of self-hatred that I wage with myself.  And this is what the voice made me write:

Don't focus on the end result.  Don't focus on the goal.  Just enjoy each step without thinking of the final outcome and you will grow day by day into what the outcome is supposed to be.

There's too much emphasis in the modern Western culture on the goal, but the process is usually neglected.  Making the process work for the sake of the process is the ultimate challenge.

Write, dance, exercise for the sheer enjoyment of the feeling in your body.  The improvement will happen on it's own as a byproduct.  The final result?  You don't even want the result to BE FINAL! It's a constant lifelong growth and continuation, necessary for your own self, not for the others, not for the public, your friend, your mother, your husband, or your boss.  YOU are the only person that is doing the process, for whom the process is beneficial.

Who gives a damn about the goal now?