I Am Not Profound

I Am Not Profound #

By every definition of the word, I am not profound. I don’t have deep, meaningful things to say. The art I create isn’t significantly inspiring or thought-provoking. I don’t have particularly impressive knowledge on any particular topic. And, my emotions and expressions, while present, are… Well, let’s just say people often don’t know how I’m feeling.

Sometimes, this leaves me feeling half-baked, like nothing I do is ever complete.

Impostor Syndrome… #

Except, everywhere, all the time.

As I move through life–through work, and social interactions, and necessary day-to-day activities–I am constantly feeling like I fall anywhere from a bit to a vast amount… Short. In any real sense, I am sure I am incredibly, boringly average, but that’s not how it feels. It feels like I’m not quite up to par, so to speak.

And I’m sure I’m not alone.

Progressionism, Not Exceptionalism #

As I get older, more and more I feel as though I’m falling behind and as though if I can’t stand out at any particular thing, I’m doing life wrong. But, at the same time, I am learning that’s not really the point. Rather, it’s more important to progress at the things you want to progress at–at your own pace, in your own time, against your own measuring stick–than to seek to be exceptional. And, that means that if you don’t want to progress in any particular ways, you shouldn’t have to!

People say that “life is short” and typically what they mean is, “you only have so much time, so experience as much as you can while you can.” But, the more I live and the more I think about it, the more I take it to mean, “you have the time you have, don’t put too much stock into what you do or don’t do, and use that time the way that makes sense to you.”

Who knows? Maybe the moments you think are the least profound, now, will stick with you in a profound way. After all, being human is already a pretty profound way to exist, don’t you think?