Winds didn’t whistle like they did last night. The rain feared my blade or poured on some other unsuspecting folks elsewhere. Nothing felt particularly cold, but nonetheless I walked home shaken by the fragility of life. I didn’t think much of greetings, not prior. I give more credit to handwriting than saying hello. After all, without reciprocation, silence answered. Greeting someone who didn’t respond was entering an empty house. Only your stirring made a sound. I took greeting everyone as lightly as the film scanner behind me. Inanimate, the device can’t respond with his fears. Has a reasonably prudent individual purchased me? Will I serve my purpose? I’m certain nothing geared towards the transfer of imagery across media expected to be a paperweight collecting dust. Yet, that’s exactly what it did behind me at the moment. I bought the scanner named Perfection with zeal. I felt as though the only constraint on my virality as an amateur photographer was analog. I could capture things with more feeling on film, thus, rather than pay for scans of my imagery, one day I might develop my own. Given a few effective habits and a few years, I wasn’t a single step closer to achieving any such production on my own.
The pilot episode of a television program serves a significant role. For any live production, the first episode of the season hooks an audience. We find our reason for viewership and continue the series. The game’s changed since this fact pertained, but still, surely some shows now secured their longevity with the one-shot. A TV that doesn’t grab watchers right off the bat doesn’t secure investments to continue progress. I have one reason for my deliberately slow approach to media; good things take time. This was a false statement. Good things require frequency.
In any event, I look forward to the frequency with which I view, discuss, and write about shows like Breaking Bad. I couldn’t resonate more. Here was a candy sweet chem teacher diagnosed with a terminal illness. He faced the options we all do, but so oft forget; live or die. Aware that his time grows short, Walter immediately decides upon the former. Typing thoughts leads to the death of innocent vulnerability. Hiding thoughts, especially from those you care for, leads far and away. We have our reasons, no doubt and it is for those very reasons, I transform- change what hasn’t for too long.
Yet and still, I’ve fought with vision for quite a long time now. I presumed that more time in the constant thought and tumult of an art would create a master. I realize now how fraudulent the conflation sits. Ten thousand hours, people repeat, make you an expert. Some extended play with time manifests mastery, as experience remains the better teacher. In reality, the issue is that an eagerness to learn isn’t learning. Simply put, experiences need repeating. I seem to understand some of that truth now, tears dried on my face, glass shattered about the sidewalk. Admitting failures may be the greatest difficulty we, as social creatures, try to avoid. I certainly didn’t have the gall to tell anyone I flunked business school. I could only admit my shortcomings to the blank expanse of the paper, push around my pen as I pleased. There, the control I had for crafting the truth of my tale spurred on like a tired kid walking home. The end, of my troubles for now, was in sight. It’s not as though writing for hours, days, on paper, or sticky notes, in pen or in pencil made me a better writer. The ability grew thanks to the water and sunlight of practice- writing itself, as often as I did, broadened my scripted horizons. Not just there- but here too. The ability to speak languages, Spanish in my case, came from an intense period of repeated fumblings for palabras con los nativos. Si quisiera una cerveza, tenia que preguntar con esfuerzo- with effort.
I consider the fact that mortality isn’t a reason to be scared. In fact, I am not afraid I will die, for the things I wrote, I pictured and shared precede me. It is also, less frequently said, you only live twice. Once in this life, the other in memory. Life is for living. Mine is for making as much as I can.
Post Summary
- Consider your items like relationships. How you treat them reflects more about you.
- The first episode of a show aims to gain an audience and secure future seasons. Good shows, good photos and more likely take many attempts, not more time to improve.
- Vision, which could also be considered, motion feels like progress. However, only action leads to growth. Talking about working out or buying exercise gear like me did not mean I exercised.
- Repetitions, not time, lead to the growth of habits. How many, not how long, ought to be asked when curious about when one will show.