This is about creating. I don’t care what you make, but I do care that you make something. Creating is a brave thing. And we need more bravery. Creating is risky, because it’s vulnerable. It’s risky to be brave. But what we get in return far outweighs the fear.
Fear is dangerous because it’s an illusion. It’s what we imagine that stops us from writing the book, standing on the stage, saying I’m sorry, saying I love you. But what if we could instead come from a place of love and imagine something beautiful coming from our vulnerability. I mean, it’s risk either way, so why not?
Why does fate, by the general publics standard typically favor the “realist,” or in other words, the pessimist seeking justification for creation paralysis?
We were made by a Creator. We are made to create.
Make something.