Why are we obsessed with doing things perfectly or “right?”
Why do we believe there’s some magic formula to creating or acting or life itself?
As maverick filmmaker, John Cassavates said, “It is all surprise and discovery and deep feeling. It is all vulnerability and creativity and mutability. It is all heart and hammering and purpose. It is a constant forge.”
Amen. That’s not perfection, that’s figuring it all out while doing it.
Maybe we’ve grown up with the need to have perfect answers for everything. We’ve been taught that if we can wrestle something to the ground and apply left-brain logic to the most perplexing of questions, we’ll feel safe or be in control. Even if the answers ultimately don’t provide long-term proof to that which we seek, or even maybe go deep enough, it’s as if, when we reduce things to their most basic, we feel satisfied.
And maybe that’s also our species’ propensity to not dig deeper. If someone says the world is flat, it must be so.
I don’t know about you, but oftentimes (pretty much everyday) when I think I “understand” life, I’m thrown a curveball that makes everything
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