Steven Pressfield quotes;
From “The war of art”
Fear is good. Like self-doubt, fear is an indicator. Fear tells us what we have to do.
The professional tackles the project that will make him stretch. He takes on the assignment that will bear him into uncharted waters, compel him to explore unconscious parts of himself.
Is he scared? Hell, yes. He’s petrified.
So if you’re paralyzed with fear , it’s a good sign. It shows you what you have to do. (page 40-41)
**from other sources**
Will you fail? Hell yes you’ll fail. But in failing you will find a way that does not work. By tweaking that, you will be on the path to success. The road to success is paved with failure. Without it we wouldn’t know what does not work, we need it in order to be successful.
As professionals we welcolme failure. It is part of being a pro, to fail and persevere. To move beyond failure to let it be what it is, an event, a course correction, not a value of who we are or how much we can contribute to the craft. We welcolme failure for what it is, something to learn from and move on.
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We come into this world with a specific, personal destiny. We have a job to do, a calling to enact, a self to become. We are who we are from the cradle, and we are stuck with it.
Our job in this lifetime is not to shape ourselves into some ideal we imagine we ought to be, but to find out who we already are and become it. (Page 146)
Casting yourself as a victim is the antithesis of doing your work. Don’t do it. If you doing it, stop. (page 28)
Resistance feeds on fear. We experience resistance as fear. But fear of what?
Fear of the consequence of following our heart.
Fear of bankruptcy, fear of poverty, fear of insolvency.
Fear of groveling when we try to make it on our own, and of groveling when we give up and come crawling back to where we started.
Fear of being selfish, or being rotten wives or disloyal husbands; fear of failing to support our families, of sacrificing their dreams for ours.
Fear of failure.
Fear of being ridiculous.
Fear of throwing away the education, the training, the preparation that those we love have sacrificed so much for, that we ourselves have worked our butts off for.
Fear of launching into the void, of hurtling too far out there; fear of passing some point of no return, beyond which we cannot recant, cannot reverse, cannot rescind, but must live with this cocked-up choice for the rest of our lives.
Fear of madness.
Fear of insanity.
Fear of death.
These are serious fears. But they’re not the real fear. Not the Master Fear, the Mother of all Fears that’s so close to us that even when we verbalize it we don’t believe it.
Fear that we Will Succeed.
That we can access the powers we secretly know we possess.
That we can become the person we sense in our hearts we truly are.
This is the most terrifying prospect a human being can face, because it ejects him at one go (he imagines) from all the tribal inclusions his psyche is wired for and has been for fifty million years.
We fear discovering that we are more than we think we are. More than our parents/ children/ teachers think we are. We fear that we actually possess the talent that our still, small voice tells us. That we actually have the guts, the perseverance, the capacity. We fear that we truly can steer our ship, plant our flag, reach our Promised Land. We fear this because, if it’s true, then we become estranged from all we know. We pass through a membrane. We become monsters and monstrous.
We know that if we embrace our ideals, we must prove worthy of them. And that scares the hell out of us. What will become of us? We will lose our friends and family, who will no longer recognize us. We will wind up alone, on the cold void of starry space, with nothing and no one to hold on to.
Of course this is exactly what happens. But here’s the trick. We wind up in space, but not alone. Instead we are tapped into an unquenchable, undepletable, inexhaustible source of wisdom, consciousness, companionship. Yeah, we lose friends. But we find friends too, in places we never thought to look. And they’re better friends, truer friends. And we’re better and truer to them.
Do you believe me?
Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention on the part of the actor. It’s a gift to the world and every being in it. Don’t cheat us of your contribution. Give us what you’ve got. (page 165) “theWARofART”