When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or a picture falls of the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think as it’s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.
If there is a noise, it’s internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loudly your ears ring and your head aches. It thrashes around in your chest like a great white caught in the sea; it wars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That’s what it looks like and that’s what it sounds like, a thrashing, panicking, trapped, great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that’s the thing about love; no one is untouchable. It’s as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water. But when it actually breaks, it’s silent, you’re just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.
Ira Glass on Storytelling.
Although this was intended for storytellers, it can so much relate to everything else.
As for me, I am an over-thinker, and a (sort of) perfectionist. And more often than not, I back down from a challenge even before I start it, it’s like I’ve psyched myself out, thinking “What if I’m not good enough”, “What if this things I’m doing/going to do isn’t good enough”, “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, what I’m trying to do”, “Can I really do this”.
I get psyched out. Even when I do force myself I just sit through it, and try my best. I often feel, my best isn’t good enough. The perfectionist in me, never ever wants to showcase anything I’ve completed. Well, it’s either that or I simply give up halfway. Self-defeat. Thinking it won’t even turn out as good as I imagine it to be, so why try.
Ira Glass puts it beautifully. To just keep pushing forward. & that it takes time.
So, here’s to me, pushing forward. Taking my time.
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