Less Creates More
I find myself asking too many questions.
Optimize, explore, incorporate; if I were to add more words to this list, all would lose meaning.
This is the way of perfecting. A never ending recursion of new problems to solve. This is, in a strange way, helplessness.
As I write this, I find myself asking too many questions. I lose track of what is important. Simplicity of process is the answer, and it hurts.
Tools are beautiful. They let us accomplish wonderful things that we otherwise would never have even set our eyes on. They allow us to build, sculpt, imagine, and remember. They also allow us to become distracted.
Tools come with a promise: use me and do what you have to (easier)(better)(faster)(-er). They promise more for less. What they often fail to divulge is the energy and consistency required to see benefit. They fail to divulge the time commitment away from your work they consume.
I procrastinate by buying into these promises. The promises of technology, the promises of technopoly. I procrastinate by delegating responsibility of my dreams to the promises of tools.
The real question is this: how can I know what tool I need if I have not done the work?
In what world am I an expert on my own craft when I am yet to make it? Who am I to test the untested when I myself am untested? I frustrate myself with novelty, and all that I can do to fight against it is frustrate myself with outing it. I spoke of simplifying in my last post. I praise it again here.
I find myself asking too many questions, about what does not matter. I hope to reduce my ability to find these questions, rather than resist my urge to answer them. This way, I limit myself only to what I truly care about.