Waiting makes me feel uninspired. I’ve noticed that when I think about everything I can do to increase my success, nothing happens. And when I spend an entire week doing absolutely nothing and barely thinking about it, nothing happens.
On separate occasions, a few people who have read my book came up to me last week. They told me that there were several people who want a copy. Or, given the nature of my book, ‘need’ a copy. I even had one of my coworkers bring his client into the back room to meet me and request my book.
She had that ‘look’ in her eyes that I recognize. When someone is going through their own personal hell and nothing has been able to get deep enough to touch it, all of their torment, pain and dread poisons everything that they are. They have that look in their eyes. They’re still alive, but mostly dead.
I can’t wait to at least be a knowing look in their direction. I, at least, want to be a person who, when they connect with me, know without a doubt that I get it. It’s important for them to know because hell is lonely and hopeless and I’m someone who made it out. I wish I had known someone who made it out when I was there.
I saw a picture not too long ago that had a little boy sitting with his head resting on his knees he had pulled to his chest. He sat against a dirty wall in what looked like a forgotten alley. There was a message on the wall above his head that read, “I was here.” and underneath that message was another, from another person at another time. It read, “I was, too.”