An empty space is the one which is most daunting. That absence, the blank page. You’d think starting would be the easiest bit yet somehow the white page stares you down.
That said, it only takes one drop of ink to start the flow, one drip to stain the crisp sheet. It feels alien, you feel different, people will stare. Those people are blank though, you wouldn’t be able to distinguish them from a flock of sheep.
It can be tough to feel so different, yet once you start, each drop gets slightly easier; a baby has to stop crawling to start to walk. When it can walk though, it feels all the better that it took those first steps.
You can start to realise maybe its not so bad being the one who’s different, the one who’s rare, the one who fills the space. Before you know it, you won’t just be letting the ink drop, it will be flowing, forming, crafting beauty.
Then, as you glance back, everyone will have started doing it, the one’s staring before are now breathless, gazing in awe. The drops will become a waterfall and you’ll be the pinnacle, smiling out at the sea.
Confidence is only the realisation that so many people want the same thing as you, they just need something to start the flow; you. Whether its a new style of art, writing, whatever. We all follow other peoples flow when we do anything, because someone had to start doing it. When you can start to lead that flow however, you’ll hit a new gear in life.
Even putting a smile on your friends face, helping them out, it all builds up. Once you start trying to inspire, you’ll never stop. Even supposing its just your hamster, if you can make it feel like a bear, you’ll feel a whole lot better about yourself.
When you start giving, you’ll always get happiness back, even if its nothing more than a smile. But that smile may put a smile on your face, and that’s all that really matters now isn’t it?