Not reaching your true potential is a real tragedy
I'll credit this post to my city friends because they are the ones always motivating me to write more and stop being lazy. Today is one of those days when they pointed out that I don't need to be perfect with my words to drop a few words on the chain. And even though perfection chases me every day and the urge to publish excellent articles keeps me awake at night, my friends try to make me show up whether I feel it's perfect or not.
I have known if not all but most of my life that if one doesn't reach their true potential, it's likely they will be regretting the rest of their lives. So how can I not seek perfection if these kinds of thoughts bugs me every day? If my words do not feel as though it has any essence or meaning I prefer to stay quiet instead of speaking.
Writing that last line makes me remember Tracee Ellis Ross singing Love Myself talking about keeping her phone down if she doesn't have what to share. Isn't that what I am supposed to do on those days when I feel as though my words have no meaning?
However, she said she doesn't care, if anyone likes her, all she wants to do is love herself. Do you think it's right if I decide to not care what others think of my writing and just write? Would that suffice to bring me to perfection? I doubt it. If you think it will, then, I'll like to hear you out in the comment section of this post.
I mean how will I reach perfection or excellence if I decide to not care about your thoughts on my writing? That's absurd because I am certainly not writing for myself alone right? I should be trying to pass a message across and add value or meaning to other people's lives through my work.
If I truly desire to reach excellence and perfection, a position where value can be added to my readers' lives then I should start by improving my writing, working on my art, and painting them well on canvas, so that I will no longer be afraid of not being good enough. So I can boldly label my thoughts on the walls of this remarkable chain, and encrypt them forever, without batting an eye.
I have to care. I'm sorry, Ellis Ross. This is because my writing will have no meaning if no one is reading them and learning a thing or two. So I have to twat the tragedy that comes with not reaching my full potential. I have to clip its wings and soar.