Practice

I don’t want to write if I don’t have something worth saying.

I won’t get better if I don’t continue to write.

I feel stuck within this conundrum - cycling through the same mental patterns over and over again, torn between the desire to produce content to grow my passion and valuing content that I feel proud to produce.

The pursuit of goals requires a willingness to embrace mess at times. Content that isn’t quite what you want it to be. Art that feels just not quite what your vision was.

If I ever want to reach my goal I have to be willing to compromise on the perfection I desire. I will never get where I want if I am unwilling to start. This stage has value of its own.

There is worth to be found in the in-between. I think that is entirely what your 20s are for. You are no longer a child. You wrestle with purpose. You chase passion. You face the possibility of who you truly want to be. You are aware of the reality of time.

What a gift it is to be able to create. Through the art of creating you have the opportunity to capture a sliver of time. This moment, this mindset, will linger in the expression of my mind. Through art, through words, you have the chance to freeze a piece of your soul. Who I am will forever be a work in progress, but as I change and grow I will still have this version of myself to look back on.

No, I might not remember exactly where I sat while I wrote these words. The warmth of the sun, the brush of the wind, the ripples of light playing across the lake, the texture of the stone I leaned against. But a fraction of my mind, a reflection of my soul, will stay within these words.