I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about ideas lately, and how to make them into more. Getting to the best part of a good idea, can be incredibly difficult. it’s like this: all day long, thoughts are just floating around everyone’s heads, like wisps of colorful scarves or smoke, some good some bad, and most of them very average. Getting a good idea is like finally noticing and catching something fast just as it comes to you.
Imagine, you’re walking along – all of a sudden someone passing you on the street just tosses you a bright shiny blue stone. You catch it more out of reflex than anything. You didn’t mean to, you’re minding your own business, and suddenly you have this foreign object. And it doesn’t seem like much, but you instinctually enjoy it. Smooth and pretty. Deep blue, feels cool and soft in your hand. So you decide you like the rock. Don’t have a reason to or purpose to like it, don’t intend to do anything with it. You just decide you enjoy it and you keep it.
This is essentially what it is like to have a good idea – not a great amazing incredible idea, but a good one, one you hold onto for now. But you will find that if you hold onto good ideas for long enough, sometimes they will flesh out to be great ideas. They just needed to be extracted from the general concept of thought.
To have a great idea come out of a good one, would be like holding onto that blue rock for a while, carrying it around with you, playing with it, and rubbing your thumb over it again and again mindlessly. You know this rock well by feel now. One day, you pull out the blue rock and something is different. The blue rock now has a red string coming out of it. You being like any other person can’t help but wonder “where did this come from?” and perhaps a little later, “what does this mean?”
(Subtext -getting from a good idea to a fully realized great idea concept can be a lot of work and it can be very difficult!)
So you continue to keep this blue rock, although you keep it back at home. However, It does occur to you throughout the day to think about the little rock on the string. You think about them and why them. One day you come home and the string has grown long, so long in fact that it has gone out the door! Down the street! You follow the string, can’t help but follow the string. It leads you out of town, it leads you across hills and rocks and valleys. You curse yourself, yet must get to the end of only to have some sense of completion, some reason for this exertion. Finally, the red string from the blue rock ends. It runs directly into the mouth of the cave. A cave made of entirely of blue rock.
Boulders to pebbles, slabs of beautiful blue rock. So what have you done? What is your accomplishment? You have found so much more than you ever thought you would. You have traced a fragment to its hulking source.