Stable

In the past, new ideas were a source of suffering for me. The moment an idea appeared, I felt the urge to build it immediately. My mind would circle around it endlessly. And of course, new ideas kept coming—without waiting for me to finish the old ones still hanging. On top of that, there was the pain of failing to capture them quickly enough, only to forget them entirely.

My way out of this cycle was to create. I had to make something—sketch, write, compose, prototype—and I had to do it right away. It felt as though ideas equalled suffering, while creation equalled happiness. But life is never that simple. Paradoxically, once I had created too much, I would feel a different kind of suffering—this time from the act of creating itself—and I would begin searching again for the joy of discovering new ideas.

I find it fascinating that the same thing can be both joy and suffering. These days, I’ve learned that the middle state is the most livable. Not joy, not suffering, but stable. Simply watching ideas as they come and go, knowing new ones will always arrive and the chance to create is endless. Appreciating progress as it unfolds in the present. For me, doing things steadily, with a light heart, is a practice worth keeping.