I’ve learned to write anyway, to just start typing the words that come to mind. It might start out as nonsense, but it might develop into something more coherent. Or it might remain nonsense. Either way, I’m perfectly ok with that. But I wasn’t always.
Until taking on this blogging challenge, I had more of a perfectionist’s attitude toward my writing. Afraid to make mistakes, publish something I didn’t deem worthy, attempting a masterpiece with each keystroke. All it did was make me not want to write.
If you judge your art harshly, sometimes before it’s complete, you never give it the chance to reach someone. Its life gets snuffed out before it’s been given a chance to breathe. You never know what effect your art, no matter what the medium, will have on someone. It could make them think, it could be a sweet reminder of days long passed, it could touch their heart in a way you can’t understand. It could touch yours.
If you refuse to create, to write, to sing, to dance, to paint, to photograph…the world is less beautiful because you kept the beauty within you to yourself. Share your talents. Let your art live, even if you don’t think it’s perfect, especially if you don’t think it’s perfect.
Some of the most interesting things in life are flawed, but because they’re flawed, they’re more human.
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