“Don’t try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.”
You know, I’ve been playing music and writing songs for a good while now. And it’s starting to become obvious to me, that I’ve spent the majority of that time fighting and pushing myself to be better. Maybe it’s just begin an artist, but I seem to have wild swings of extreme self-confidence followed by waves debilitating insecurity and doubt. Or maybe that’s just being human, hard to say since people don’t generally go around admitting all their levels of crazy to the world. I’ve got that on you, I’m sure.
Anyway, I think its good and even healthy to push yourself. You have to continue to grow or you just wither away. But lately I’ve been thinking that there might be another type of growth than just the laboring upward climb. Sure that’s important, no doubt, but while we’re reaching for the sky, perhaps we can also sink some roots down where we are. I’m starting to think that accepting the uniquely flawed imperfect creation that we are is a type of subtle growth, beneath the surface. It’s not as obvious as all the outward abilities and skills we cultivate over time, but it’s just as important. Maybe more important.
In the end, all I have to offer as an artist, or even as friend, is myself. Turns out that’s what people really want anyway. Growing up is weird.