Accepting the unfinished
It’s okay to let things be, even though they are unfinished and incomplete.
I have written books that will only exist in computer files, rough and unread. I have made plans for houses that I will never live in again. I have started learning, only to forget.
Incomplete. Unfinished. Wanting. Imperfect. Partial. Lacking. Fragments. Inadequate. Deficient. Garbled. Half-done. Meager. Rudimentary. Undeveloped. Unpolished. Rough. Sloppy. Failed. Broken.
But I am not looking for perfection. In everything I try, I grow. In everything I attempt, I learn.
And that is enough. It is enough to learn and grow and to move on and leave the fractions behind.
Sometimes the attempt teaches us so much that it does not need completion.
My life is a whole, not because it a collection of what I have completed, but because it is a collection of unrealized ideas that slowly became who I am.
And there is no use in finishing something without potential. Realizing problems and moving away from them is not failure, but wisdom.
Sometimes, I keep trying. Today . . .
I move forward.