Somebody
said that it is impossible to get better and look good at the same time. In the
similar vein, in order to make something good you have to make a lot of garbage
first.
I would
say, and my family would agree, that I am an expert in making a lot of garbage.
I rarely set out with that as my goal. In fact, most if not all the time, I set
out to make something good. Perhaps even REALLY good. But one way or another, I
end up with trash.
For years
I struggled with this. I have an
irrepressible urge to create – I can’t help it. But most of what I make isn’t
that good. Sometimes it feels like sheer waste of time, energy and resources
and that goes against my deeply ingrained frugality. You wouldn’t know by looking
on the surface, but there is a proportionate amount of guilt associated with
being such prolific garbage creator. Try as hard as I could, I couldn’t resolve
it.
It became
quite a conundrum… if I stopped making things, that would be the death of me.
My soul would shrivel up and die. I may still look alive on the outside, but on
the inside, I am as dead as an Egyptian mummy.
But
burdening the world with so much unwanted garbage isn’t a way to live either… What is the prolific garbage creator to do???
