This is about publishing. Putting the work out there.
Good enough. Not good enough. Invisible.
And now I realise that ‘not good enough’ is good enough.
(It is good enough because it is good enough for now, for today. It is good enough provided that there is generosity of intention, and provided that there is integrity).
‘Invisible’ is the option that is not an option, that is not good enough.
I still feel that in some senses, hiding is part of living a dignified life. Part of the transformation of living – the part that happens in the cocoon. There will always be the need to protect a solitude, the need for a privacy.
It is when hiding becomes an unexamined habit, a denial of transformation and of growth, that hiding starts to do damage to the fabric – to the fabric of oneself, and because that fabric is woven in, to the whole fabic.
This is because there is no such thing as passive. Passive is an action. Just like ignorance is a position. We may wish we had the option, we may actually have the option (temporarily), but in the long run, we do not have the option. To not feel it. To withdraw indefinitely. To sucede. To never trust. To never love. To never give.