Moments ago, I just finished viewing a thunderstorm, complete with large streaks of lightning. While they were in no way as massive as the one depicted above, they were breathtaking nonetheless. I must admit that even I find it odd, this fascination I have with thunderstorms. I enjoy going outside and watching. Taking in the chaos. Perhaps this says something about me, but I'll delve into that on another writing occasion.
Tonight, I am thinking about power. Witnessing a thunderstorm, being within its midst as the loud crashes and illuminating flashes take place all around you, there has to be a sense of wonder. The raw power stemming from what feels like every inch of the sky. As I closed my eyes and began thinking, I started to wish I was this powerful.
Not to say that I want to streak across the sky or rumble through the clouds. But in my everyday life, I wish I could tap into the energy of me, and release it as a thunderstorm.
A flash of ideas. A seismic quake of possibilities. My creativity forking out in bright branches, visible for all to see. The sound of my promise echoing in the pits of anyone within range.
I want to tap into the power of me. And I believe I can.
Confidence is the first step. I have long downed myself as not being in the same position as others, for whatever reason. But I'm beginning to realize that position is simply when potential has been realized and put forth into plan. I haven't reached this point yet. For far too long, I have been the constant reworking of a plan, instead of a plan set forth in motion.
Most people get caught up in planning, without ever understanding that the best way to formulate a plan is to try it out. Failure is a much better tool to streamline a plan than simply scrapping it and attempting to brainstorm something better.
So now, I move into a mode of action. Hopefully, in the end, my full power will be realized.
By then, I want to know how to use it.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet