... That I happened upon this summer. It resonated so so strongly with the entire struggle of my past year, and years prior. You forget that not every great is born painting picassos or writing Joyce. You forget, when it's you sucking at something, that most of the beauty comes from that struggle and that most greats poured a lot of sweat, crumpled a lot of hard work into the trash, and got up every morning knowing they could do more. That they could be better.
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