Sometimes I feel like I have been conditioned into an obsession with the new. It's no wonder. I am bombarded with messages everyday trying to entice me to consume something so that I can be complete.
I am part of problem, too. I drop these digs on you five days a week.
Am I adding to the noise? When I am faced with the prospect of creating something it's hard not to question: Does the world need this thing I am making?
That question is a part of the diabolical force that lives in my head that tries to keep me safe and sound asleep.
Who knows if the world needs the particular thing that I am making. That really doesn't matter. It is in our nature to make things. And it is in the process of making things that we get better at making things.
So this little bit right here...what I am are making today? Maybe that it is useless noise and bullshit. But if I want to be fit to do the work that really matters when the time arises I have to stay in the habit of making things.
It could be that the task is not to create something new. (Is anything really new?) Maybe the task is to reinterpret and build upon the work of others.