For Sake Of (the Art of Completion)

It is a weakness of mine, leaving things unfinished. You have just to look to my past language learning attempts to see a pattern: 2 years of French, 1 year of Spanish, 1 year of Latin, 1 year of Sign Language – and today I can’t speak more than six or seven words in anything beyond my native tongue.

Or my attempts to learn a new skill: contact juggling; figurine painting; knife-throwing.

Or dreams of mine: owning a pub; building a house; getting an MBA; creating/opening a MUX; editing and publishing a work of personal importance.

My track record is, perhaps, not a thing of beauty. And yet, because I am aware of this weakness, I don’t let it best me. I demand more of myself, complete projects and goals just for the sake of being able to convince myself I am capable of bringing to fruition the task set before me.

But is that necessary?

As I grow older, I find my tolerance for the banal waning with startling speed. In the midst of reading a fiction book of average quality, I question myself – should I simply stop reading and find something more intriguing? Or should I get my money’s worth and finish the damn thing regardless of my lack of interest?

Perhaps it is decadence settling in. Perhaps I simply know what I want. But in those areas that pertain towards how I entertain myself, my patience has become so thin as to be transparent.

Footnote: This thought is specific and does not necessarily apply to other areas in my life. I have a long history of taking the longer view in regards to getting what I want and ensuring its worth in the end. My patience in this area, if anything, has only become stronger.

One Response to “For Sake Of (the Art of Completion)”

  1. The Occasionally Cruel One Says:

    Well you ALMOST have an open MUX. ;)

    Ahem.

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