Word Clouds

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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfZKZGtdmOg?hl=en"><img src="http://startmyquest.com/wp-content/plugins/images/play-tub.png" alt="Play" style="border:0px;" /></a> The morning sounds of word clouds floating by in Webland

“Where am I?” I say and like so many times before, Webland writes the three words out in white puffs of cloud in front of me. A joined up pretty sentence, written out and floating just above my head, punctuation and all.

At first it was entertaining, this trick, this ability to turn my thoughts into these fluffy apparitions.

I let the words tumble out in those first few weeks, not caring whether they really made any sense. Let them form sentence after  half-sentence, unconnected thoughts running into one another. The rambling mess of words filling up the world around me.

Writing from 750words Cloud

Word Cloud created from my writings on 750words.com

Puffs and plumes of words appear until I can reach out my hand in any direction and touch them. I can wrap myself every day in them like a big comforting blanket until I am lost in my own introspection. It’s not something that I need much help in, but that’s what this place has become for me. In the vastness of Webland, 750words.com has become my haven.

Away from the quests and the further adventures I know I should travel in. It is the mirage and oasis so comfortable that its hard to remember why I would ever need to publish at all.  I play and push the words here and there, and eventually they fade away, at least until the next day.

I know I must move on. Find a way up and out of these endless clouds of thoughts or I may become lost forever.

I can barely remember the clearing in the forest, my quest to take part in the Gammify Challenge and the mystery of the missing fortress. The strange skeletal creature who brought me here, has not reappeared, and I’m still holding on to the charred stump of my staff in my hand.

I remember the surge of lightening that flashed as I touched it and awakened in this place. Dazed, I have drifted through these rolling word clouds that never have to be questioned, edited or revealed.

“Time to get out!” I shout and the words form differently this time. Stiff and strong they clump together into the rungs of a ladder. With only a slight hesitation I clamber up.

“Keep going, don’t stop” I say, the sentence building another rung. I reach up and pull out over the top into fresh air, the edges of my cloud.

The fog is thinner here and as I squint around me the sky above me darkens.

Looking up, I see another mass of words slowly moving across the sky. The words connect several layers deep, so thick that it seems to have corridors and connections within it. It slowly moves as one, a steady flow going somewhere directed by some unseen force.

I see it then something moving inside it. Among the words, a small dark figure or maybe several of them hurrying between the words.

I strain my neck not sure if what I see can be right. Is that a penguin?

 

Video & music source: Grand Canyon Time Lapse Video

This post was a serendipitous prompt from WordPress.com’s Daily Post challenge.

You are not the Chosen One

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You are the one.

It’s a line uttered so often in movies, games, books, TV talent shows.

The hero finds the untapped well of hidden power to be harnessed or the look back at the contestant’s story as they survive each competition round on their march towards victory.

We forget the other talented hopefuls, the ones who disappear from our screens despite being told earnestly only a few rounds before. “You’re so special. You were born to do this”.

The story doesn’t linger on them or the other non-chosen.

Most of us know the truth. Statistically speaking we are simply not the chosen ones. I have no hidden superpowers or talents. I didn’t jump from my cot tap dancing or write mathematical formula in the windows of my bedroom growing up. I’ve worked hard at everything I’ve done, but not enough to get close to a 10,000 hour bar of mastery.

Mediocrity, I know means precisely being nestled in the belly of the normal distribution curve with my fellow 68.3%. Most of us, here in the middle realise the chances of achieving astronomical, ridiculous success is destined only for the few at the thin sliver of the curve end. The smartest, the special and the lucky. We buy their books and watch their successes happen somewhere far off in the distance, a few big deviation hops away from us.

Image: shirtrater.com

And Yet

This fact. That I am definitely with chartable probability quite average, doesn’t in fact stop me from working each day to change things up. In the cosy huddle of the crowded middle there are people looking for a different kind of story. Those seeking a life not necessarily anointed by others as a chosen few or the talented outliers always destined to be.

The hero’s journey has been replaced in today’s generation X and Y culture by the entrepreneur’s spirit. A title now not just defined as starting a business, but holding the gall to dream big, bounce with resilience and attack each opportunity with playful optimism. It pervades even in the face of a looming uncertain future on both economic and environmental fronts, or perhaps thrives precisely because of this.

Matt Cheuvront still, I think, has one of the best descriptions around:

Source: Lifewithoutpants.com

It is with this mindset that being in the middle, as an average Joey questing in Webland today, I find it has never been a more exciting and perfect place to be.

 

This post was a serendipitous prompt from WordPress.com’s Daily Post challenge. The posts for Quest to Gammify 2013 will resume from next week.