An idea is really
nothing.
It is pre-embryo. Nameless, shapeless.
It just sits there sweltering
in your mind, plaguing your thoughts, wanting to come out in some perfect form,
which you just cannot fathom. I have many such ideas, which crowd my head,
jostle for space, wanting to be heard, to be expressed. Usually just the
process of sifting these ideas leaves me exhausted.
And yet when I feel like no
thought is possible, another idea sneaks its way into my consciousness, softly
mocking me...
Only one way to get those half-formed ideas out: get them out. Forget perfection, just do something. That's what I've learned anyway.
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