Clarity
Clarity. Possibly one of my favourite words in the english language. Probably due to blatant the lack of it in my life. You’ll always seek what you can’t have, right? Now don’t get me wrong. I live in a vibrant community, surrounded by all sorts of talented, even brilliant people. I think that I am supposed to feel like one of them, maybe even a part of the best of them. But quite candidly I just feel like an actor, desperate attempting to transcribe a script that is in part original, in part second-hand, at a pace that is likely too slow and too careful to match expectations. It is not imposter syndrome, it’s simply the truth. Worst of all, I have been prescribed a script that I don’t care at all to follow. But I’ve no other choice, due to the absence of clarity —the absence of truth. Such has always been the case in my life — successes and tribulations alike. Though no need to sympathize, I am no angel when it comes to it too. That said, in select instances, I do strive to be completely, unabashedly, clear. This is one of such instances. My hope is that you’ll find it in yourself to do the same.
