I’m learning that finishing something is more important than making it perfect.
because perfection lasts forever, infinitely divisible
Like matter, effectively
I know I’m blurring the lines between infinity and how many times matter can be divided until its smallest parts would, upon another halving, dissipate and cease their existence
flaking into the void
but whatever.
It’s better to run succinct races
I’ve fallen victim on occasion to the impulse to draw things out indefinitely
This inner urge for unbridled continuation stems, ironically, from what seems to be its opposite:
distraction, what I’m struggling with presently as I toil to write this yet another insufficiently punctuated sentence, the desire to look away and put away and dwell in mental wandering or find some external stimulant (i.e. entertainment) either to do my thinking for me or freeze my thought completely with easy humor &/or plot
the urge to last forever and the urge to cease immediately
are the same.
They are fear of separate paths
for a particular pursuit can become familiar quickly,
we settle into patterns of progress, which are not progress at all
this false progress, this comfortable road
it takes us nowhere
I know I have already failed to articulate some of the thoughts and ideas that have occurred in my mind just in the past five minutes
I know this
and it bothers and angers me
but I must continue and find some other satisfactory way to complete this task
For to stay on this road means no success whatsoever
But to finish this article and write the next one,
to teach my soul that a single long goal, an end toward which I’ve unnecessarily prolonged my work, is but an abstraction meant to distract a feeble mind and pass the time;
but a person well constituted and with direction whose “goal” consists in not a singular indefinite task but in the indefinitely consecutive conclusions of many paths thoroughly but efficiently traversed can alternate between the fulfillment of pursuit and the joy of achievement – and this sort of thing probably requires some meta principles so as not to deteriorate &/or fall into its own version of complacency over time (meta principles are the counterpart of direction, which I mentioned above)
The indefinity in my life must exist at a categorical level which encompasses individual tasks, so I can cycle through them and effect meaningful output as opposed to drowning in an insufferably drawn-out process
Ok, so this is a lot to follow
There are some terms that I haven’t defined
well constituted
direction
meta principles
cool
just know that they are subsidiary to my main point
and if their import is unclear, omit them from your reading
What I am saying is
Finish things.
Don’t let them sit and dry out and lose their animus.
Create or accomplish or – whatever it is that you do – do it proactively.
That’s what I’m learning
Complete and begin. Indefinitely.
The same concept applies to prolific artists, which is the context within which I’ve been discussing this because a prolific artist is what I aim to be.
The more an artist practices their art, the better at it they become
part of this is that practicing cultivates skill
part of it is that small ideas thought through and experienced and completed (i.e. anytime inspiration strikes and the artist captures it, even if it’s very brief) have become a part of the artist’s psyche and will bubble and resurface/manifest in fuller or even wholly novel forms and they can expand within themselves and proliferate outwards and develop, and the artist themself develops with the idea, the art.
communication, articulation, Being
they’re as close as fingers on a hand.
If you read my blog through from its beginnings (which I do not expect you to do at all, even though it is a fine fine experience if I do say so myself),
you can see the roots of ideas and the beginnings of thoughts
you can see how I’ve developed as a person, as a thinker
I’m sure more than one article has reinvented itself in another, fuller article
This is the nature of creativity,
and this is why it is so so crucial
to finish things.
Because for all its imperfections, it is within its accomplisher
and it will return more beautifully.