On Reinventing the Wheel out of discarded milk cartons

Mar 14, 2014 19:21

My world is a composite of the world of others
nothing new or unique
even my typos have been done by someone, somewhere,
thoughts I have already exist at least a few baker's dozen times over
at least half of those times by people far more talented and qualified than I am

I'd love to be a creator, a maker of amazing things
instead I feel like I just fell in a box of jigsaw pieces that I end up trying to smash together into something new
something I can call my own
 but I can't
every piece in my head is some form of recycled collage
haphazard spackling of the awesomeness from others re-packaged

welcome to the spiral I travel down when I spend more time doing community networking and building with amazing, brilliant, and amazingly brilliant people
than I do working on my own crafts.

Which brings us to today's lesson kids:
Too much time oogling the awesomeness of others and not turning that focus inward or developing expressions of your internal world is not dissimilar to staring at the sun and then trying to find a seat in a darkened movie theater.

life, perspectives, work, lessons

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