Yet, I think it will.
I keep prolonging passions and big ideas because the moment must be right.
I fail deadlines or push off pitches because I need to finish this other task first. Because I convinced myself it matters when it doesn't.
Allow things to deteriorate because I'm not ready to breathe life into them.
I allow stagnation to infect because fear is in control. While my passions and creativity still boil away in the darkness, just wishing to be uncovered.
I cling to the fresh start.
I convince myself that one day will be the start of something wonderful and majestic.
But the wonder comes among the dirt and mess.
The greatness marches along with the mistakes and failures.
There isn't perfection.
There is just creation in all its disasters and victories.
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