just a random midnight thought.
so, i have this book called big magic creative living beyond fear by elizabeth gilbert. and i never really read it continuously page by page, instead, i treated it as my tarot card. whenever i experience a creative block, or i can't make a progress while writing a specific chapter, i just flip the page and stop whenever it feels right. and i read the page then reflect on the specific line/paragraph that speaks to me the most at that very moment.
tonight, it was this:
"everything is in place-tidy and final.
except that it was neither tidy nor final.
because nothing is ever tidy or final."
and i thought that, damn, we're really just here to experience the 'becoming' and not being perfect. there's nothing wrong with working towards perfection, by the way. i just think that working towards it robs away our chances to know our authentic selves. and i also don't think being perfect should be given as a description to any human because being a real one requires being messy and chaotic.
and overtime, what seems perfect in our point of view will soon be changed by different and a lot modern perspectives. so, the best thing we can do is to create art without having expectations and just let the trying times and current trends reflect on those arts. we'll never know if there will be a more advanced human civilization who decides to study the arts that were created in this millennium. they won't be able to fully understand the joy and meaning it brought to the artists and the people it resonated with, though. but it will surely decode something unique about their community and their way of thinking.