Greatness takes time.
We live in a society of instant everything.
Instant information.
Instant satisfaction.
I remember having to wait to see a picture for weeks and now we can have it filtered and edited in moments. In the flurry of life I think we forget that things take time. Especially things that have souls.
I watched this program the other day while I was on the treadmill, chasing yet another sort of "instant" change. I watched this artist craft his own colors and map out a piece of art in painstaking stages. He erased, drew, smudged, stenciled, taped, remixed, and drew again. I was humbled with the realization that the kind of art I want to create with my life is not going to simply pop into existence.
I am going to have to work at it.
If I want to be a good writer, I have to write.
If I want to be a good storyteller, I have to practice.
Once I have woken in the middle of the night with a story fully formed in my mind, but even then it went through countless revisions before it met applause. If we want to create something of worth, the work has to be worth it to us. I have thousands of words between me and "good writer" status.
Write, erase, smudge, write again. I'll keep at, talking to myself, scrolling out index cards, and trying very hard to tell the kinds of stories that I believe the world needs and only I can tell.
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