My wife, on the other hand, is a rabid possessor of idea. She speaks in opportunity as it is a gift of hers alone, and when struck with a passionate idea, sails hard against the wind with it. As I would prefer to keep an idea close to the vest and nurture it alone (where it would undoubtedly die), she will begin test phases almost immediately. She vastly researches and owns the thought processes of her idea. She asks others to be included in her vision, and broadcasts the need for feedback. It’s quite an impressive talent.
Margaret (casually): So, can I tell you about this thing I have been thinking about all day?
Mark: Okay, sure.
Margaret: So, I’ve been reading all these journals (insert vast amounts of research).
Margaret: Do you know how when you go to do [insert totally inane thing that drives typical humans crazy, an annoying issue, a deep desire, a far away dream]?
Mark: Yeah, sure… that really is annoying/ amazing/ insane!
Margaret: What if we [insert ideation here]?
Mark: We cannot do that.
STOP. That’s me right there. Killing an idea.
Think about the world and where we are today. Everything you are surrounded by that is human-made came from an idea. What would the world look like if the person who realized any idea just decided not to follow through? What if they decided not to listen to that idea? Religion. Politics. Relationships. Products.
Simpler. Think of a traffic sign. A stop sign. Obviously, there must have been a need for this. How many accidents do you think happened before this? Who finally listened to their own idea and noted, “Hey, we probably should put like a sign up or something, don’t you think?” And BOOM, this is part of your world. An idea, possibly a fleeting suggestion or whisper, suddenly becomes everyone’s reality. Created as a part of your reality out of someone’s idea because they decided to listen.
And I suppose that is the lesson to myself. An idea can only be so patient for someone to listen before it goes away quietly. On the other hand, a truly worthy idea may itself be so quiet, that in the business of living our lives through other's ideas, we are unable to hear its voice straining to be heard. I wonder, what I should hear when I strain to listen?