Daily Prompt: Use it or lose it

The engine went dead, and so did my heart. The car rolled down the hill faster than I anticipated. I tried to restart the engine but it didn’t budge. I hit the break hoping for a miracle; the car slowed down only a little, but not for long, the hill was too steep.

My rear mirror showed more trouble; two cars were racing up the hill, oblivious of my situation. I horned repeatedly but they kept coming toward me.  I turned the steering wheel attempting to get the car to steer into the other lane; thankfully it worked. I tried to slow the car a little more, tapping on the breaks gently.

It was only a few seconds before traffic streamed into my lane; the motorists  horned furiously at me in unison. With every second I kept searching for a way to crash the car into a pavement, but it was moving too fast. I also thought of ditching the car and jumping out like James Bond would.

I had reached the bottom of the hill; People could finally see what was happening. I suddenly could hear screams as the car headed toward the busy intersection.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

“Lola. Lola. Wake up.”

I was sweating all over. My eyes were wet from tears. It was so hard to believe I imagined it all; as I trembled on my bed.

“You will be fine honey, these are the temporary side effects of…”

I couldn’t care less what the nurse was saying. All I really wanted  was to stop shaking. I knew it was only a dream, but I wasn’t certain it was. What if this was a memory?

I shivered some more finding it extra difficult to stay calm.

“Would you like some more pain killers for your arm?”

I looked down at my arm , then looked back at her trying to decide once again whether I had just imagined the car incident.

“What happened to my arm? Did I really do it?”

She held up some tablets and a glass of water, “oh, my dear I thought we’d never come back from that one.” She watched me carefully and continued, “Just drink up, you’ll feel better I promise.”

I did as she asked, without a protest.

“Don’t push yourself Lola, your memories would come back to you”

Searching for motivation

                                                                                     motivation book

One of the worst feelings in the world in my opinion, has to be searching for something (perhaps your phone) which was just on you a few minutes ago. I mean what can be more frustrating? You know that the item you are searching for is right in front of you, but you just can’t see it.

Searching for a physical object cannot be as annoying as searching for a feeling, a non-concrete ‘object’  like Motivation.

Motivation is that fuel that every human has to have to perform  at their very best.

It is that kick that will make an athlete run that extra mile when out of breath.

It is that attitude that will keep you smiling when you are taunted.

Having motivation can prevent negative feelings or attitudes like inertia and even procrastination.

What breaks my heart the most is that this fuel- motivation is not the kind of natural resource that has a price tag on it. We are the sole producers of that feeling. It begs the question; Why can’t I have motivation all the time? Why must I search for it like I will my phone?

Every writer needs motivation, without that feeling it would be difficult to get the right inspiration to write.  One way I have struggled with mine is by subscribing to daily prompts and trying to post as often as I can. Well it is quite hard to do that if you don’t have the right inspiration. On Tuesday I ran into the daily post challenge and I told myself I should accept this challenge and post something for five days.

For five days I searched for motivation and I could not find him. He evaded me. The truth is the only reason I did not ‘just do it’ was because I spent too long thinking about what to write. The only way to be good at writing is to just write as often as possible.

At the end of the  fifth day, which is today I discovered that the problem with my approach of finding motivation was the amount of time I spent looking for it in the first place. The truth is, when searching for something you don’t have to be the one who will find it, someone else might discover the missing item.

My point is, motivation is not waiting out there; getting on with the task at hand might be a step closer toward that burst of energy and feeling you need to write.

How have you searched for motivation? Please share your comments with me right here one this page.

Screech!!!

screech

Imagine the sound of long fingernails moving slowly on a black board, or the sound of a steel spoon moving repeatedly in a circular motion around an empty stainless pot… Did you cringe a little by imagining these sounds?

You are perfectly normal if you did, well if you didn’t may be you did not imagine hard enough. Personally, I find these sounds utterly annoying. The moment I hear a screeching metal sound for instance, I not only experience a sudden mood change but I get goose bumps as though I am freezing, occasionally I have to grind my teeth hard or clench my fist tight to distract myself from this awful sound.

Come to think of it, I have always had this aversion to this sound since I was little, at least as far as I can remember. One thing I cannot help but wonder is why some people are more sensitive to screeching metal than others?

To begin, what I want to know is what causes one to cringe at the sound of awful sounds.

As usual I saved you the stress of research. Look what I discovered:

University of New Castle carried out a recent research (read it here) on this issue. Their aim was to find out the association between the auditory cortex (part of brain responsible for understanding sound) and the amygdala (part of the brain responsible for emotions). Using fMRI (a brain imaging technique) their finding showed that the amygdala modulates the unpleasant sound received like a “distress signal” and provokes a negative reaction. The study also discovered that this negative reaction occurred with sounds ranged between 2,000 to 5,000 Hz range.

Don’t you think it’s amazing the way our brain interprets certain sounds? Some have said that the reason this negative reaction is triggered is to ensure that we put an end to this sound as soon as it begins. So it could be a survival technique to protect our ears perhaps.

The question I asked earlier about why some are more sensitive to the sound. I read from an article (read here
) that it depends on the context in which the noise occurred. Perhaps, if you heard the screech of an iron sponge against a stainless steel pot you likely may not cringe if you were in the kitchen anticipating the noise than if you were in your bedroom. Another point also is that response to sounds might vary with individuals, depending on how close they are to the noise, their ears and of course their individual sensitivity.

So the next time you hear a screech, remember that whatever your response is- You are perfectly normal 😉

When was the last time you heard a screech? How did you react?