To satiate my current hunger for Audrey Hepburn films, I watched Roman Holiday and Sabrina over the last two nights. I very much enjoyed Roman Holiday. It resonated with me for some reason. Sabrina, not so much. Still a decent film, but the first half of the film is surprisingly frustrating to watch.
There is so much to do, and so little time. Still, the harder I push for something in life the faster I burn out. Sometimes I wonder if I won’t be struggling against the tide for my entire life, reach the end, and have nothing to show for my troubles. This is probably my greatest fear – to put all this energy into creating something, to pour out everything and find that it wasn’t enough. I think of how pointless life is if luck is the only thing that will determine success. I try not to fall into that line of thought, however. Far too cynical, defeatist. If I find that I cannot enjoy something – if I’m so focused on the final product, I stop.
Finding joy in the process of things lowers the risk of it all being for nothing.