When Feeling Sorry For Yourself Is No Longer An Option

Go ahead

Feel sorry for yourself.

Keep pointing fingers

Keep putting blame on technology for your creative block.

On your parents for not reading you The Little Prince earlier

keep on escaping your weaknesses

Onto a well of a grander weakness you will fall

The well of waiting

waiting

waiting

waiting

waiting

waiting for an undeserved love

for an unearned success

for an undisciplined talent

and to your surprise

to your misfortune

you start grasping for air

sweating

getting thirsty for what you left behind

hungry for what could have been

for what you could`ve made

Don`t be a fool

when a miracle is about to happen

no one`s gonna send you a notification

you have to be there already

out already

present and standing tall

with a camera hanging on your chest

ready to take the shot

ready to make this moment last a while

last an eternity

and when everyone`s clapping and admiring the miracle

you elbow your neighbour witnesser and whisper with a gleaming smile:

`I contributed to the making of that`.

Humbly.

Pridely.

Gratefully dreading where could you be now if you didn`t exit the waiting room

on that wild raining night

when you dauntlessly defied your demons

when you decided that talented and worthy of love you are

that you don`t need to be big to do big things

to contribute to big things

that you`re just a little spec in a mindblowing universe

a curious, ambitious and stubborn spec at that

curious of how far you can go

ambitious to follow that curiosity `til the end

stubborn to never again take the waiting room as an option

You just do it.