We crave applause
from the same strangers
we hide from.
We want to be chosen —
but not perceived.
We desperately seek validation
but fear rejection more.
So we hoard drafts and ideas.
Call them potential.
Worship them like gods,
we’re too scared to follow.
We call it research.
But behind the mask,
it’s just procrastination
in a productivity suit.
We reject ourselves
before anyone gets the chance to.
And call that strategy.
We never call it what it is:
fear dressed up in control.
Creative silence doesn’t save us.
It starves the part of us
where belief once lived.
Unexpressed creativity
doesn’t wait patiently.
It rots,
like acid dripping down the walls of our soul
and burns through the floors
of our self-worth.
We think we’ve moved on.
But those abandoned ideas?
They haunt us
in the dark scroll hole of doom.
And we call it burnout
because “I gave up on myself”
isn’t Instagrammable.
So let the work be ugly.
Let the ideas be half-baked.
Let them stumble and fall.
Let them live anyway.
Because silence
is not rest.
It’s a slow, creative death.
And we’ve buried
enough of our personalities already.
We All Have Shame —
over abandoned projects we once loved.
We started them full of guts and imagined glory —
but they died quietly
before they had a chance to breathe.
This isn’t because we didn’t love those projects —
It’s because we did.
We sabotage ourselves not because we don’t care,
but because we care too much.
It’s shame.
It’s identity.
We’re scared to share our work —
scared the criticism will confirm we’re not good enough.
Or worse, no one sees it,
and it confirms we don’t matter.
At least, that’s true for me.
My Dropbox is a digital graveyard
of half-finished articles
and part edited TikToks
that never saw the light of day.
I have regrets
over lost opportunities I missed
because of fear.
Regrets don’t serve me,
they punish me.
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“It is not the act of creativity that is painful.
It is the desire to make something and not acting on it that causes suffering.”
— Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way
I need to frame this and look at it every day.
Love this. It's perfectly true