me

Say I have 3 projects I finished. Enough for people to see them, touch them, agree that they’re finished.

Enough to give me a grade/badge/diploma.

That could be really cool.

It could also be really fake.

Either way… it’s on paper, so it counts.. today.

Now say, I have 35 projects I started. Enough for people to see them, touch them, agree that they’re not finished.

Enough to ask me why I didn’t stick with them.

Why didn’t you stick to this one?

That could be really cool, if we embraced it.

This combination is simply fascinating..

Most likely those would not be fake (there’s no reward for not finishing things).

Perhaps it’s not that I’m not sticking to it, .. if the it is me.

All these things are me, flavors/colors of me.

I started something, I learned from it, who’s to say when the end is.

Who’s to say there is an end.

Who’s to say what’s a failure and what’s a finding.

Perhaps what appears to be unsightly – is actually the unassuming trail to the greatness.. to the remarkableness.. to the – that we are missing.

Perhaps a good response, to the.. why aren’t you sticking with it? is….