No. I never waited. I never waited for the perfect moment to start. I just started. Hesitation was there, but a thought gave me enough courage to kick-start.
To start something new that's only for me seemed interesting. For my improvement and growth. Waiting for what? Perfection. The thing that doesn't exist without trying. It's something that demands time, effort, consistency, and discipline.
Effort, consistency, and discipline didn't remain a story as before. They became my truth with time because I didn't wait. I didn't wait for any kind of perfection. Neither did I wait for perfect words nor for perfect grammar. I started expressing myself through words. The passing of days taught me something unique about perfection.
I remember a self-talk before I wrote my first blog. The first-ever reflection writing gave me before it even started.
I asked myself, for whom should I wait? Perfection. It's only a word that exists; it doesn't exist in reality. If it had existed, mistakes wouldn't happen. I asked myself another question. Would perfection come from waiting? No. That's it. Those two questions gave me the clarity to start without a second thought.
Every day, I wait for perfection, but with the efforts being made. Without efforts being made, waiting feels useless. I wait for the word, which I understood is only a word. However, it defines improvement and growth. Things that made me believe in its non-existence.
Waiting wouldn't have given me self-trust. Neither the belief nor the courage to be myself. The day I was done with waiting, I met myself. Awareness came when I was done waiting, and even writing started reflecting only after that.
Don't wait. Start. Fail. Learn. Grow. Evolve.
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