(old post, from somewhere around 2013…. )
It feels that what needs to be can only be begun sometime
an inconspicuous time,
often this a romantic spirit of idealism, the moment
often this minor effort will wither away into the average
but wont it be, even otherwise, the average i mean?
why make fun of the little ones
why neglect them as trivial and unimportant
why so, even when these
in ever so insignificant ways build what we understand by momentum
and momentum isn’t that all that matters?
i doubt if major efforts and waiting for them
have ever been of significance
and one may question wherein comes the major effort from
but from a general momentum,
built in ever insignificant ways
in ever miniature forms
little revolts here and there
the littleness hides the human nature
and a momentum is sure to be built
a momentum that is anyways built
and when it is built, its hard to brake, tame, control, release
and who comes to the rescue?
old little friends, the odd miniature efforts!
The making of an artist or an inventor,
of a leader or a peasant
is not due to the bold stroke of genius we all hear about
it is the nurturing and practicing of the medium of expression
of years of little efforts
years spent in learning the language that can speak of creativity and command
that can dance and walk on a tight rope, one with the rope not separate,
but all we the ignorant passer-bys notice
are the miniature efforts of the performer that meet the moment’s eye
the rest hidden, lost …. the real stuff is invisible
but then the greed of ease, we ape these,
visible and tangible as if the real,
dreaming to replace the artist with an ego burp,
we fail miserably and we come to know how difficult an effort it would take!
And thus we conclude, oh we the ignorant, how much of a genius it takes …
And we live our lives with this learning ingrained into our living,
the importance of a certain kind of effort ever increasing,
instant and glorious, of bold strokes and radical ideas,
and what a glamour we conjure of a near-future dance of the ego genius!
But we neglect that what can build the momentum.
And thus we fail again, and again we conclude what a genius it takes …
but this time, we also conclude that we can’t probably be one.
And sometimes, we wait for our bold strokes of creativity,
of right conditions, support and love, fail which we have others to crutch on,
and never make the smaller ones that might make momentum,
because our yardstick’s just so bigger than what we can lift,
and so we wait for the enlightenment, we dream of the big moment,
desperate for the sparks of opportunity, ignorant of the chances (moments) passing by,
and we neglect so much …
And thus fails another artist, even before the journey began,
ignorant and disillusioned, but convinced that it takes a genius…