Philosophy: The Recurrent Question
All Real Producers in this world, those who are constantly advancing, experience an epiphany at some point. They realize all of a sudden that they are actually surrounded by beauty, and that they have been focused on producing for so long that everything around them feels almost foreign. They realize they live in a nice place, that they have decent earnings and that they are a valid member of society. They realize they have all the possibilities earth can offer them; the meadows, the waterfalls, the trees, the animals, the bees, the views, and access to fresh air and water. They eat the best food, drink the best drinks and only spend time with people of their choosing. The vibrations around them are of their own choosing. All their needs are met in the most satisfactory of ways. They feel nothing but gratitude for all of this beauty that unfolds before them. What is more, they know they have created this themselves, with effort and luck.
All Producers live in Priviledge and likely experience frequent flashes of sheer Gratitude. This feeling accompanies them back into the darkness of their production palace, when its time to retreat to the drawing board, as they so often do.
There’s only every been one question for me: Why produce? Some of us keep on going back to it. It might change a bit over the years, the wording, the feeling, the angle, but the concept is always the same.
People often start with a: Do I want to be Happy, or Successful? We all know that to some extent the two are related, but it’s also perfectly clear it is up to all of us to find a balance.
Then a few years later we realize the question is more, Do I choose leisure or work? This is when we have our first job, which statistically we won’t like, and we discover that our free time could be spent in the pub or plotting our next career move.
Years later, slightly more mature, the questions become broader and solidified around a “Should I give it everything, or should I chill more.” Annexed questions usually revolve around "others", as one begins to wonder whether they should meet others more often and stop being quite so solitary, as most people enjoy being around others, at least in small doses.
If you are a person gifted with crumbs of ability that you feel may translate, one day, into personal achievements, then you are inevitably faced with a conundrum. Should you embark on a total pursuit of those achievements, or not.
The question of “Should I give it everything and as a consequence drastically sacrifice, or even nullify, other areas of my life?” is a fundamental question, probably the most important question looming over the highly productive individual.
Having a talent, or multiple talents, need not even be a necessary element in this consideration, as the ability to produce like a machine, like a beast that foams from the mouth, is itself the propelling force, and should rightfully be thought of as a talent. Wise men have always preached about balance in life, balancing professional and personal lives; what that balance actually looks like is rarely discussed. It could well be possible that the wise man offers the recipe for a placid and fulfilling life that is tailored to the needs of the common man, who wishes to merely have a calm and somewhat enjoyable journey.
The “producers” in this world, obsess over their goals because they wish nothing more than to leave a trace of themselves that will outlive their physical body. These people tacitly agree to a rough and tumultuous journey, characterized by extreme effort and extreme reward. These kinds of journeys are often solitary, and the ultimate goal of being the most productive version of yourself is rightfully often brought into question. What helps to bring it into question can be shaped like a smiling charlatan pretending to be your friend. Books and videos with smart-looking clean-shaven people who enthusiastically explains that the key to success and unlocking your brain (usually these two things are marketed together, for some reason) is to work 2 hours a day. This amount is apparently ideal for us to blast through all we need to do, using all our potential, and it is a secret that the billionaires of the planet don't want you to know about. I've never been a billionaire so who am I to question this or speculate as to how the mysterious mind of a billionaire works, but if I were a billionaire I doubt my preoccupation would be to prevent others from realizing that they could work a couple of hours a day full blast, on an incredibly revved up brain, and then spend the rest of the day lounging or recovering from the ordeal.
At the most basic level, what accompanies the producer throughout the journey is the belief that good ideas should be pursued till the bitter end. A belief that story should actually become book, that rhythm and beat should actually become song, that venture should actually become business, that hypothesis should actually become scientific contribution, that design should actually become invention, and madness should actually become art.
The total pursuit of goals that are within our reach, that are meaningful to us, and perhaps to noboby else, at least for the moment, is what we are discussing.