The 54th Deadline: Block
A block. A mental one at that. One that I have been struggling to get rid of for many years and counting.
Part of me wants to surmise its exact identity, but part of me is in denial about it. Nevertheless, this block is what holds me back.
From my dreams. From my desires. From achieving things I know I am capable of. I have tried many tactics, looked into various research, applied numerous amounts of self-therapy. Sure, it helps, but it never quite feels enough. I can only alleviate so much of the pain before it returns.
I keep trying to talk a big game in my mind, yet I can’t execute with this block stopping my sense of progress. I feel like I am just blocked off by something so trivial, but it also feels so insurmountable in a strange way. I can’t describe it accurately. I need to get past it. I need to break through and move on with my life. It’s the only real thing I desire from my existence. Time is of the essence.
I know a better future is behind this block. I know this mental block is only as difficult to overcome because I make it the case. I do believe we can be our strongest enemies. In the face of fear, in the absence of fleeting courage, I feel powerless to do anything. Still, no matter how aggravating it all is, I know I still have to keep trying. I know I have to keep throwing myself at this block to get to where I want to be.
I have gotten better in plenty of regards, but it is not enough unless I do something to push myself to the next level.
This mental block is only there to delay what I know I can accomplish.
You’re going down, mental block!
“Progress is perseverance.” — Nhan Pham
Originally published at The 54th Deadline.