How to DO, giving in, and the hour of creativity.

Why do we give in to our unrest?

It's as if, whilst the hour of creation approaches, we become aware of a prevailing sense of angst, a wall in which we are too short to climb over. Every possible excuse becomes ONE, as fatigue, and unrest, and misdirection, and vagueness fight against us.

As I am feverishly creating, sculpting, reading, writing, understanding, devouring; it is then, that I find myself, fighting myself for all control of my being. I cannot help but feel overcome by something and ravished by another.

Take last night, for example. Last night possessed the ideal framework for a perfect evening of thought and discovery. I had a number of hours all to myself in which I could read, write, think, and/or create anything. ANYTHING. Time was of no concern. I had legs that could run any distance, and I seemed to possess the endurance of a cheetah. Time was of no concern.

Multiple pistons were firing off, simultaneously in my mind. I was ready to engage my Creator.

But this is where the purpose of me writing this comes out: Even in my well-placed circumstances, I fell to idleness, to laziness. In my most (potentially) creative hour, I gave in to, that which seems to constrict everything I wish to be, everything I wish to pursue, everything I wish to do.

I failed.