There are monsters under my bed. But they are nothing compared to the monster in my head. The monster in my head tell me that my ideas are stupid and that things won’t work out. The monster in my head tells me that no matter how hard I try I will become my worst fears. This is the creature responsible for lighter fare like embarrassment, self-consciousness and the poor judgement of other people. This beast will stand between you and the things you’ve dreamt of your whole life. It’ll tell you that you don’t have what it takes.
Have you heard this voice in your head?
What do you do? We surely can’t allow this thing to have its way. It will destroy you and roll around in your ashes after it burnt you down. What’s it gonna take to defeat this amalgamation of poorly formed beliefs? If the movies are to be trusted perhaps a stake, holy water, or a silver bullet may be in order. A straight shot between the eyes can vanquish this foe…and perhaps relieve them of the pain that made them that way.
A couple weeks ago, I sat down with my buddy Bear Campo and we watched a couple horror films from the 80’s. Silver Bullet, directed by Dan Attias and based on the story by Stephen King, is the 1985 film about a werewolf who terrorizes a small town and the teenage boy who stands up to him along with his crack team. What we learn in this film is that even when we feel powerless, we must fight on. And when we do, we realize it was just a feeling and that we were far more powerful than we knew.
The monster isn’t as strong as it pretends to be and it’s more scared than anything. When the creature starts in with its rhetoric just say, “Calm down. I got this.”