success is the fear that paralyzes us. That was the conclusion. Hoping
inspiration overtake us and we can make a masterpiece, we were not doing anything.
look at the blank page and dismiss each of the ideas, because nothing is good enough.
What would happen if we decided to just practice? What if we think that each new stroke, each new word could be just what it is, a stroke, a word? Thus, without any pretensions and without realizing we are painting, we are writing, maybe not as they would the great masters, but at least we will be ourselves.
