I don’t believe in “potential”:
+ artistic potential
+ athletic potential
+ redemptive potential
Though the word speaks promise and hope, it can also freeze and feed damaging pride.
Countless children (and adults) are blessed with potential…
… Few realize it.
Because let’s face it: “realizing” potential means:
+ hard work
And few of us want to go down that road.
“Potential” keeps things in dreamland, where we are free to conjure images of “What I could’ve been.”
“Potential” keeps us from confronting reality:
…. That maybe we’re lazy and undisciplined.
…. That maybe we’re not the best, and need to learn from someone else.
…. That maybe we are in desparate need of editing and revision
…. That maybe “the artistic life” is NOT a matter of receiving a sprinkling of the magic pixie dust, but is in FACT a matter of waking up at 4:30am to write poetry before the children wake up (see Sylvia Plath)
But this, in fact, is where REALITY lies. This is where the BLESSING resides.
If you live inside of “potential” what begins to happen is that you begin to believe your own hype:
- I’m the best
- I could’ve been “full-time”
- I could’ve written that record
- I am owed respect
While “the artists” are waking up early and submitting themselves to discipline, while they are humbly sitting before their craft and confessing the terrifying unknowing of “how-to-make-it-better”,
…. You can flip that burger for table #2.
Potential is a lie. Realization is the truth. “Done” is the land of destiny.