Just a tool
Yesterday at work I knocked over a glass of water and spilled it all over my personal computer.
I immediately ran to the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper and tried cleaning up the mess.
Thankfully, the laptop continued to work for the rest of the day while I continued working on my personal projects on the clock.
However, it's the next day and the computer has just died. I'm now unable to charge it. I assume the charging port is fried.
In the past something like this would've ruined my day, but in all honesty, I don't care because it's really just a tool.
Now, part of the reason why I'm so chill about this minor inconvenience is that most of my important files have already been backed up. So, there's literally nothing to worry about other than the overpriced fee Apple is going to charge me to fix it.
Which makes me realise something...
Tools are made to be used and are here to help us create.
If we look through history, we can clearly see it's the art, the films, the songs, the books, the photographs, the buildings, and the stories, that survive, not the tools.
The tool is just a means to an end.
Which is exactly why I've become less precious about what I use to make the goddam thing and more focused on what I'm making in the first place.
Right now, this very second, as I sit thirty-five stories up, in an office somewhere south of the equator, I'm writing this entry into a shitty HP work laptop.
Because that's the beautiful thing about writing. You can do it anywhere, anytime, using anything.
You could use a pen and paper, the notes app in your iPhone, a $5000 specked out gaming PC or a fucking quill, it doesn't matter.
What really matters is you find a way to make the thing and put it into the world.
Even if it's just the first post on your new anonymous blog.
-friedport