I heard being perfect is like this animal with a horn right between its eyes. I can’t think of its name or what it looks like. I have a feeling it’s right in front of me but I can’t tell what it is…
In an interview Seth Godin used a term Failure-porn. It’s not really a failure if you request an absurd drink at the counter and the bartender has no option but to reject you. That’s not a real rejection. You made her reject you. Failure is a good thing for life lessons but if you’re creating them that probably is an indication that you’re not doing anything worth.
I keep hearing we’re not perfect. And yet I keep trying to be. Trying to say the perfect thing, be the perfect friend, perfect husband, perfect son and that leads to nothing but disappointment. Every single time. Nobody expects a perfect me though.
Instead of writing inspirational blogs that I myself get fed from the internet from a billion newsfeeds, I need to get to work and make something. I can see smirks on my friends’ faces each time I say the word make or create. Django isn’t coming guys. Take it easy. I’m talking about making a photograph. I’m guilty of not working continuously on my craft. A wise person I know would use a dignified term called lazy ass for me except that she won’t.