Intro: It is a dark and rainy night in parts unknown of the United States . The loud thumbing trickles of rain knock loudly on the window as the gust of wind can be heard throughout the area. Inside the residence of one home tells a different tale "SILENCE". In the confines of a four corner dark room a man we will called GERALD lies motionless on his bed. Gazing up a the ceiling he ponders, wonders, formulates, and thinks but sadly he is stuck in a state of nothing that he cant seem to breakout of. Nevertheless don't count GERALD out because all you need is one spark that will bring you to do something instead of nothing.
As this story is told through in his own account......................................
But what good is it to do nothing at all as we deprive not only ourselves of improving but also uncovered talents to maybe helping others in need of breaking down their brick wall. You never know unless you try.
GERALD: "Well you probably already know who I am. What you don't know is why I'm here or a better way of putting it why I'm stuck here. Too many people's surprise this has been going on for a long time now. It's not that I'm lazy or anything . It's just that I don't know what to do. For years life troubles have broken me to the point of feeling "less important sorta speak". Not to get into details or to make you feel sorry for me but the result has crippled me mentally and physical as I lay here at a standstill in time and space.
Yet I know this isn't what my life is meant to be. Deep down I know I have something to give and have a purpose in this world. However the brick wall is so hard to get over. I mean have ideas but I keep drawing blanks. I know there is a step but tripping/ falling, the mere thought of it hurts. From the looks of all my non-activity I have reduced myself to being in fear of myself as I choose to stare at this unbleached white ceiling of nothingness in my paralyzed condition.
*weather erupts loudly outside*
The sound of rain, wind blowing , and thunder flashing through the sky something is a brewing tonight. If I would have known better all that racket outside something was trying to get my attention. Curious of the commotion my eyes slightly begin to wander from the ceiling to my window as I was intrigued to get a glimpse of what was going on out there.
Looking outside my window I began to examine everything that was going. Unlike that brick ceiling, the view outside can be described as one of action, on-going physical dialogue, and the motivation of simply doing. *points to audience* You know what I'm talking about almost similar to those stories you see on the news (haven't watched that in awhile since staring at the ceiling). The picture of a man shooting basketball in front of thousands of adored spectators. A hard working women breaking out onto the big stage. Young child overcomes cancer. Timid fools turned into fearless figures taking on any challenge standing in their way. All the construction of one's desires to create through inspired actions to becoming better.
All of these thoughts coming into my head where did they come from all of a sudden ? I never felt this way before. It's almost as if I'm being pushed to do something. uggh no matter the storm is calming down back to lair which I call "bed". In that short 5 minutes of looking out the window at the storm as I lay back in my bed to that oh so familiar position something inside snapped. That's it I cant take sitting around anymore !!!
All this time I've been laying here feeling sorry for myself , I can no longer take this easy route.
I refuse to remain at a standstill and let this brick wall block me from simply discovering me. As that storm outside choice do what it feels without regret I too have been inspired to do the same. I want to see, feel, and embrace what is out there to finding that answer.
*Gerald gets up out of his bed*
Its been awhile since I've risen out of my bed. Even as my feet plant firmly on ground it feels like a small step as oppose to wasting my time not doing anything at all.
Well it has been a long time coming no more holding back. So here goes nothing...
one ...two..three !!!!!
one ...two..three !!!!!
*Gereald open door exits his room*
Aftermath: The moment Gerald took action is the moment he realized that he can turn nothing into something. He has had a long road since those many stiff days of nothingness. He has fallen, screwed-up, and had some triumphant moments. Yet the fact that he is able to move forward and no longer be a prisoner of his own mind is a positive because after all he is progressing. I don't know what "Gerald" is doing now but you bet you ass he is living life to the fullest pushing, grinding, turning his dreams into reality..while being 1 % better of course. :-)
Lesson: I'm sure there is a Gerald that wants to compete in that upcoming tournament but the anxiety of fear keeps one from breaking out. I'm sure there is a Gerald who has a fear of traveling getting outside his normal element. Building a aspired business leaving your 9 to 5 lame job. Saying the wrong thing in an Improv class in fear of fucking up ( had to sneak that in there). Who hasn't been stuck in their own mind plagued with doubts and fears with that brick wall in front of them like Gerald.
But what good is it to do nothing at all as we deprive not only ourselves of improving but also uncovered talents to maybe helping others in need of breaking down their brick wall. You never know unless you try.
So in closing it's never to late be like..... GERALD !!!!
-monta ( pronounced like monday with a "T" replacing the "D")
