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"A friend who is blissfully engaged to a beautiful woman recently asked me why I was not married. I replied that I had intended to get married, but was looking for the perfect woman. In fact I found her — she met all of the requirements: she was beautiful, spiritual, compassionate, humorous, eloquent and worldly. But unfortunately she was looking for the perfect man."

My brother Omari (perhaps borrowed from elsewhere)

This kind of describes my place in life right now.

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Nobody tell's this to people who are beginners

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“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”

Ira Glass (via nefffy)

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I fell down a couple months ago. Fell pretty hard. You know, hard like avoiding daylight and the gaze of strangers, hard like goading an oncoming train between guffaws of maniacal laughter. Oh the disillusionment!

Recovery has meant ridding myself of the precious and painful delusion that at 22, the game has somehow been played. Precious, because it was vested with the idea that I was capable of anything I put my mind to. Painful, because it under-anticipated the universe’s witty reply to the certitude of my plans.