On Ideas

It’s in there you know it. It’s crawling inside like a parasite. Feeding off of you, eating you from within. You are the host of an idea.

An idea that you are forcefully trying to get out, but all you get is piss and shit. Worse when you try to force it out with booze. You feel horribly constipated. This one is the one! You tell yourself to make the suffering worth it.

Then in the moment you least expect it it comes out. Crystal clear refined. If you’re lucky you are not asleep - if you are don’t take it too hard most of the great ideas die from where they come from - you manage to capture it pristine. Treasure it for the pain it caused you, and those around you, and for what it’ll bring if you nurture it with time, patience, and hard work.