We set standards everywhere, Chico. Somehow, seems like we can't do away with it. Ofcourse, everything is subjective and hence, relative. This very notion of universe isn't as 'uni' as it suggests. It's a hologram and we all have and add perspectives to it. Your 'good' could be my 'bad'. Why, we've different standards. It's unwise of me to ask one to shed standards, the one way to perceive reality. My concern though, Chico, is the standards we set for ourselves. Sure, these standards push us to do better. That's the half-glass full. But I hate to be the cynical-old-uncle here, these standards also weigh us down. It's when you identify yourself with these standards that they taunt you. As a writer, my sense of belonging should rather be directed towards my craft than the standards I set for me. As a revered friend of mine said, "There's nothing like a writer's block. You can write anytime. Maybe you just can't write your best." And what's your best, but a standard? "Write everyday. You can't be bad at it 365 days in a row". I love how that applies to every craft thereby and life per se. I don't ask of you to let go of standards, but don't let your standards define your identity. #letterstochico Not my standard letter to Chico, but you get the drill. Haha. Also, thanks a lot for all the love showered upon this series. Means a lot, peeps. 💕
