Not a pessimist

I aim to be a better thinker; but find myself continue expressing muddled thoughts

I aim to be a poised man, but find myself continue to be a clumsy, inarticulate guy

I aim to be genuine and true to my heart, but find myself wanting to impress and show-off

I aim to be a better writer, but find my writing inelegant, unfocused, and condescending

 

Despair?

 

No

 

May have to hit more walls, make plenty of mistakes, or appear stupid, but I want to face my incompetence. One day I hope to be able to look back and see how far I’ve traveled and how much I’ve growth. Attaining the aims are nice, but not as important as seeing myself working toward them.

 

 

 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of Me.

 

-Emily Dickinson