Raising the dead

Too many things left unfinished. Ideas born and taken up, to be worked on passionately for a time, only to suddenly find themselves inexplicably abandoned. Perhaps to picked up again, perhaps not, but never completely forgotten - even if only to torment with memories of the passion they once evoked. Too many things unfinished, tossed aside to rot in the dark corners of the mind.

A recent insight: the drive to make something perfect serves only to kill that which can not meet that impossible standard. Some of these dreams might have deserved better. Perhaps it is time for them to be awakened from their long dark slumber and exposed to the world, forcibly shoved into the light of day. Perhaps, just possibly, some of them may actually survive the process...