Saturday, April 2, 2011

On patience

Maybe graduate school is a time for people to tell you a single universal truth, and maybe you only get that truth once, and maybe if you don’t listen hard enough, you miss it entirely. Maybe you spend years defining yourself as a writer, or a painter, or a scientist, or a doctor, but when it comes time to write, paint, experiment, or operate, you want it so bad that you kill it before it has a chance to breathe.

And maybe, on nights such as these, you learn that the single universal truth reveals exactly what you don’t want to hear.

I wonder, really, if in the end, it isn't a huge favor.


Tiffany said...

Hope everything is going all right, gooner.
p.s. it is 7:35 in the morning and I am commenting on your blog instead of studying for a final. Hard truths, indeed.

miss J. said...

I wrote this after a friend offered some unsolicited (yet, in retrospect, really helpful) insight on what she thought of my writing. Us artists and our fragile egos. ;)

And by the way, reading blogs is a certifiably awesome way to ace your exams. x