The artist never stops, continuing a streak of a thousand days.
Each day, rain or shine, they either pop with energy or force it. Discipline is freedom; fulfillment is worth every penny.
Consistency is not neutral. Bowing down to habit ensures the only possible outcome.
The brevity of life requires a sense of urgency and provocation. And a daily routine gives us space to be creative and thoughtful.
How one navigates the tension between doing and knowing is less important than showing up and doing the work.
As a library of longings, there is propulsion of curiosity in feeling undone. No one will ever finish all the books in the world, yet we read on anyway.
Ignorant of what the future holds, the only schedule worth keeping is one that begs us to do it all over again tomorrow.
Real artists build their own adventure and persevere. They’re numb to discomfort. When done, they work on shipping the next.
