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Reading Rainier Maria Rilke today, i stumbled upon these few lines that i felt were worth posting, for we all are artists in our own right.
…Works of Art are of an Infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.- Always trust yourself and your own feeling, as opposed to argumentation, discussions, or introductions of that sort; if it turns out you are wrong, then the natural growth of your inner life will eventually guide you to other insights. Allow your judgments their own silent, undisturbed development, which, like all progress, must come from deep within and cannot be forced or hastened. Everything is gestation and the birthing. To let each embryo of feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of ones own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an Artist: in Understanding as in Creating.
In this there is no measuring of time, a year does not matter, ten years are nothing. Being an Artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which does not force it’s sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it everyday of my life, and learn it with pain I am grateful for:
Patience is Everything!