THE WAR OF ART (Steven Pressfield)
Sitting down is often the greatest challenge to making something. ‘It sounds ridiculous but it is. But once you do, something aligns with you, the creator, and you start to listen. Inspiration is a mysterious thing, but it starts with sitting in the damn chair. Because the most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.’
Resistance is a dark force. It rots our bodies and minds. It is the barrier between us and the potential life that God intended for us. ‘It should be recognized as such. It will stop us from realizing our potential and from finding our unique spirit. Resistance causes our spirit to decay. It reduces our potential and is a disease of the mind. To yield to Resistance deforms our spirit. It stunts us and makes us less than we are and were born to be. If you believe in God (and I do) you must declare Resistance evil, for it prevents us from achieving the life God intended when He endowed each of us with our own unique genius.’
Genius: ‘is a Latin word; the Romans used it to denote an inner spirit, holy and inviolable, which watches over us, guiding us to our calling.’
Resistance (which manifests in the form of Distraction) kills us. Humans fall off the path and develop obsessions with mind-numbing habits in order to keep us far away from the work that we are supposed to do. ‘How many of us have become drunks and drug addicts, developed tumors and neuroses, succumbed to painkillers, gossip, and compulsive cell-phone use, simply because we don't do that thing that our hearts, our inner genius, is calling us to?’
Make no mistake, you are fighting a spiritual battle every day. You are at war.
‘Resistance has no strength of its own. Every ounce of juice it possesses comes from us. We feed it with power by our fear of it. Master that fear and we conquer Resistance.’
Take a look at what you do regularly. If you feel empty on a consistent basis, you are being overpowered by Resistance. You are falling out of love and you are on the path away from it. You must see the evidence of self-medicating before you correct it. 'Of course not all sex is a manifestation of Resistance. In my experience, you can tell by the measure of hollowness you feel afterward. The more empty you feel, the more certain you can be that your true motivation was not love or even lust but Resistance. It goes without saying that this principle applies to drugs, shopping, masturbation, TV, gossip, alcohol, and the consumption of all products containing fat, sugar, salt, or chocolate.
Your excuses mean nothing… not because they’re not real, but because of there have been thousands, tens of thousands, or even millions of people before you in the same or more difficult circumstances that have created extraordinary things for themselves. ‘What Resistance leaves out, of course, is that all this means diddly. Tolstoy had thirteen kids and wrote War and Peace. Lance Armstrong had cancer and won the Tour de France three years and counting.’
Extraordinary things are created by ordinary people doing ordinary but difficult things, over long periods of time. ‘If Resistance couldn't be beaten, there would be no Fifth Symphony, no Romeo and Juliet, no Golden Gate Bridge. Defeating Resistance is like giving birth. It seems absolutely impossible until you remember that women have been pulling it off successfully, with support and without, for fifty million years.’
The powers of inspiration reward the person that is willing to sit down and listen to them. ‘Maugham reckoned another, deeper truth: that by performing the mundane physical act of sitting down and starting to work, he set in motion a mysterious but infallible sequence of events that would produce inspiration, as surely as if the goddess had synchronized her watch with his.’ ‘Because when we sit down day after day and keep grinding, something mysterious starts to happen. A process is set into motion by which, inevitably and infallibly, heaven comes to our aid. Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our purpose.’
When it’s time to work, everything else gets left behind. ‘The clock is running in my head; I know I can indulge in daily crap for a little while, but I must cut it off when the bell rings.’
Almost every task feels urgent, which really makes nothing urgent. What’s urgent is that you accomplish what you have identified as important long before today. Have you identified it? Have you written it down and posted it somewhere? ‘I'm keenly aware of the Principle of Priority, which states (a) you must know the difference between what is urgent and what is important, and (b) you must do what's important first. What's important is the work. That's the game I have to suit up for. That's the field on which I have to leave everything I've got.’
War: ‘The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable. He has to take pride in being more miserable than any soldier or swabbie or jet jockey. Because this is war, baby. And war is hell.’
The Pro shows up and doesn’t care about the result, or the identity. He or she cares about the process, about doing the work regularly. That is it. To be obsessed with anything else is a sign that you are an amateur. ‘The amateur, on the other hand, overidentifies with his avocation, his artistic aspiration. He defines himself by it. He is a musician, a painter, a playwright. Resistance loves this. Resistance knows that the amateur composer will never write his symphony because he is overly invested in its success and overterrified of its failure. The amateur takes it so seriously it paralyzes him.’
Signs of an amateur: ‘One, he doesn't show up every day. Two, he doesn't show up no matter what. Three, he doesn't stay on the job all day. He is not committed over the long haul; the stakes for him are illusory and fake. He does not get money. And he overidentifies with his art. He does not have a sense of humor about failure. You don't hear him bitching, "This fucking trilogy is killing me!" Instead, he doesn't write his trilogy at all.
If you know you aren’t going to quit, but feel beaten down in the process, then you might be just where you’re supposed to be. ‘My friend Tony Keppelman snapped me out of it by asking if I was gonna quit. Hell, no! "Then be happy. You're where you wanted to be, aren't you? So you're taking a few blows. That's the price for being in the arena and not on the sidelines. Stop complaining and be grateful." That was when I realized I had become a pro. I had not yet had a success. But I had had a real failure.’
Doing something for the need of money and to sustain a living can actually make the stakes high enough that it forces nothing but the best out of you. That is what it might take. 'The payoff is that playing the game for money produces the proper professional attitude. It inculcates the lunch-pail mentality, the hard-core, hard-head, hard-hat state of mind that shows up for work despite rain or snow or dark of night and slugs it out day after day.'
It starts with a commitment. 'There's no mystery to turning pro. It's a decision brought about by an act of will. We make up our minds to view ourselves as pros and we do it. Simple as that.'
Just sit down for god’s sake and start. 'When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. She approves. We have earned favor in her sight.'
Get the right attitude as a pro: egolessness and service. 'What I call Professionalism someone else might call the Artist's Code or the Warrior's Way. It's an attitude of egolessness and service. The Knights of the Round Table were chaste and self-effacing. Yet they dueled dragons.'
You’ll only overcome Resistance if you journey within. Fight the war inside of you, instead of fighting other people, politics, dramas, or surface level crap. ‘We're facing dragons too. Fire-breathing griffins of the soul, whom we must outfight and outwit to reach the treasure of our self-in-potential and to release the maiden who is God's plan and destiny for ourselves and the answer to why we were put on this planet.’
The feeling of finishing an enormous personal creation or huge contribution to your place on earth is one of the most satisfying things you can feel. It is only you that will feel it, and it might be all you need. ‘Nobody knew I was done. Nobody cared. But I knew. I felt like a dragon I'd been fighting all my life had just dropped dead at my feet and gasped out its last sulfuric breath. Rest in peace, motherfucker. Next morning I went over to Paul's for coffee and told him I had finished. "Good for you," he said without looking up. "Start the next one today."’
There are beings in our plane and dimension that participate in our existence. We might not see them or know how they do it, but these beings are interested and connected. They are not bound by time, but they seem to be bound by love – specifically humanity’s love for invoking them and bringing them into existence in this dimension. They take joy in humanity’s artistic creations that last forever. ‘Eternity is in love with the creations of time. – William Blake. Thus, if beings inhabit this plane, I take Blake to mean that they are incorporeal. They don't have bodies. But they have a connection to the sphere of time, the one we live in. These gods or spirits participate in this dimension. They take an interest in it.’
The timeless communicating to the timebound, our job is only to listen: ‘It may be pushing the envelope, but if these beings take joy in the "creations of time," might they not also nudge us a little to produce them? If that's true, then the image of the Muse whispering inspiration in the artist's ear is quite apt. The timeless communicating to the timebound. By Blake's model, as I understand it, it's as though the Fifth Symphony existed already in that higher sphere, before Beethoven sat down and played dah-dah-dah-DUM. The catch was this: The work existed only as potential — without a body, so to speak. It wasn't music yet. You couldn't play it. You couldn't hear it.’
The hero’s journey we so often read about in books or movies is a metaphor for our time on earth and our discovery of why we, individually, are here. We orient our way towards God as we get older and come back to his ‘grace’ or shelter. 'There's the initial crime (which we all inevitably commit), which ejects the hero from his homebound complacency and propels him upon his wanderings, the yearning for redemption, the untiring campaign to get "home," meaning back to God's grace, back to himself.'
Your self-commitment must precede assistance from the things we don’t understand. 'Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation) there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too.'
Fortune favors the bold. ‘Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic, and power in it. Begin it now.’
Something is encoded in your soul, and you probably already feel it. ‘Angel midwives congregate around us; they assist as we give birth to ourselves, to that person we were born to be, to the one whose destiny was encoded in our soul, our daimon, our genius.’
There’s a voice in your head that knows what to do. What does it tell us about the architecture of our psyches that, without our exerting effort or even thinking about it, some voice in our head pipes up to counsel us (and counsel us wisely) on how to do our work and live our lives? Whose voice is it? What software is grinding away, scanning gigabytes, while we, our mainstream selves, are otherwise occupied?
What things have you let drift away? Other thoughts occur to the patient diagnosed as terminal. What about that gift he had for music? What became of the passion he once felt to work with the sick and the homeless? Why do these unlived lives return now with such power and poignancy?
Part our “self” is outside of our awareness. The Self, as Jung defined it, is a greater entity, which includes the Ego but also incorporates the Personal and Collective Unconscious. Dreams and intuitions come from the Self. The archetypes of the unconscious dwell there. It is, Jung believed, the sphere of the soul.
When the ego falls away, we only have the self, and it sometimes takes a major life event to re-configure out perspective. What happens in that instant when we learn we may soon die, Tom Laughlin contends, is that the seat of our consciousness shifts. It moves from the Ego to the Self. The world is entirely new, viewed from the Self. At once we discern what's really important. Superficial concerns fall away, replaced by a deeper, more profoundly-grounded perspective.
Is disease possibly the manifestation of us not living the life we were supposed to? Is it possible, Tom Laughlin asks, that the disease itself evolved as a consequence of actions taken (or not taken) in our lives? Could our unlived lives have exacted their vengeance upon us in the form of cancer? And if they did, can we cure ourselves, now, by living these lives out?
Self vs. Ego: The Self wishes to create, to evolve. The Ego likes things just the way they are. What is the Ego, anyway? Since this is my book, I'll define it my way. The Ego is that part of the psyche that believes in material existence.
The Self holds the answers. Dreams come from the Self. Ideas come from the Self. When we meditate we access the Self. When we fast, when we pray, when we go on a vision quest, it's the Self we're seeking.
The Ego is of the material plane, we are not. The Ego hates it because it knows that these souls are awakening to a call, and that that call comes from a plane nobler than the material one and from a source deeper and more powerful than the physical.
Don’t play to a market or create to sell. When the hack sits down to work, he doesn't ask himself what's in his own heart. He asks what the market is looking for. He does not ask himself, What do I myself want to write? What do I think is important? Instead he asks, What's hot, what can I make a deal for?
Your job is to show up in the ‘territory’ with effort and love, without seeking any outside reward. A ‘territory’ sustains us without any external input. A territory is a closed feedback loop. Our role is to put in effort and love; the territory absorbs this and gives it back to us in the form of well-being.
Would I do it with no one watching? Here's another test. Of any activity you do, ask yourself: If I were the last person on earth, would I still do it? If you're all alone on the planet, a hierarchical orientation makes no sense. There's no one to impress. So, if you'd still pursue that activity, congratulations. You're doing it territorially.
We must do our work for its own sake, not for fortune or attention or applause.
Give your work away. That is to do the work and give it to Him. Do it as an offering to God. Give the act to me. Purged of hope and ego, fix your attention on the soul. Act and do for me.
We are servants of the Mystery. We were put here on earth to act as agents of the Infinite, to bring into existence that which is not yet, but which will be, through us.
Blake once said: “Eternity is in love with the creations of time.” He was referring to those planes of pure potential, which are timeless, placeless, spaceless, but which long to bring their visions into being here, in this time-bound, space-defined world.
Our job is to move the human race toward God. You shame the angels who watch over you and you spite the Almighty, who created you and only you with your unique gifts, for the sole purpose of nudging the human race one millimeter farther along its path back to God.
Don’t coward out by thinking you’re selfish. It’s your duty as a human to give back what you have. Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention on the part of the actor. It's a gift to the world and every being in it. Don't cheat us of your contribution. Give us what you've got.