Imperfect

rewrite your tombstone

Inspired by:

Inchwyrm's admission of their past self "needing to be right" makes me wonder if conductivity triumphs over correctness. Fixating on the latter demonizes being "seen as wrong or bad", tyrannizes the self, and encourages freezing upon uncertainty. While not foolproof, fixating on the former maintains flow and momentum without the self-flagellation. Supporting the conversation goes beyond supporting the points. Repair and rejuvenation meet the inevitability of failure. Could correctness and similar standards represent battles but conductivity the war?

As we shuffle through current after current, reconnecting isn't guaranteed. While beautiful, the gift of life is ever temporary. Derek Sivers once said:

The most valuable real estate in the world is the graveyard. There lie millions of half-written books, ideas never launched, and talents never developed. Most people die with everything still inside of them.

Nobody escapes this fate. Could the more high time preference "Would I regret making this public?" make way for the low time preference "Would I regret bringing this to my grave?"? Should your deathbed be decorated with what was right and correct or what was cherished and loved?

Stories like those linked above show how at least one person out there shares your interest. Explore and create until you find them. Help each other find and mitigate your blind spots. Quench their thirst with insights you find saturated or not and vice versa. Work with them such that your creations change lives or even outlive yourself. The success of partnerships, even within your own self, can be as unbounded as you wish.

Your writing, your stories, your art. How have you acted upon such wishes of bringing those forth? Even with creations and ideas allowed to exist in the world, how much is "stuck" in your own head or beyond the public's reach?

That said, you can create how you want to whether for fun, learning, or introspection. Even the latter buries traces of itself in whatever escapes containment.

Thinking back to Sivers' quote, what proportion of your creativity belongs as potential in the graveyard? What proportion belongs applied and circulated beyond your spatial awareness or mortality?

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