we always begin with grand, striking ideas and proceed feel nothing but paralyzation when taking the first steps.
Stopped by fear, by perfection, and by a mysterious need to do it right.
Nobody said it needed to be done overnight, and yet that’s the invisible pressure we feel past day 17.
The only sustainable way forward is slow. It’s in small steps, tinier than what you might have in mind.
What would happen if it went away?
Who would miss it?
Or how about we fast forward 7 years, and realize it never started in the first place? We simply forgot, or never decided to take the time.
Would your world look any different?
I’m not talking about the economy, more jobs, or more growth in the GDP. What I’m referring to is what I think we’re meant to do.
We were meant to be creative.
Without the act of being creative, there’s only hard labour.
Everything else: the new ideas, the human interaction, the ability to express emotion and storytell feelings is what makes humanity so special.