The mythical phoenix, the bird of destruction and rebirth, stands as a fitting parallel to anyone striving to create.
You know how it goes, the battle between yourself and your better self, the present you and the you imagined and strived for. The demons of doubt and procrastination fed by fear are the flames engulfing the phoenix, seeking to destroy. But it is in this moment of destruction when the switch happens, and the world turns over. You see this is not the way it has to be: the fire can be manipulated into something powerfully transformative. Being burned and scarred is a hazard of the process, but this is how the flames re-create. In the midst of the pain, you see beyond and within at once. You are no longer bounded by your fears, your self-imposed constraints. You are infinite. You are morphed. You are the phoenix rising.
Adventures in a Western Land 