Constantly Refining

It is incredibly difficult to express what we mean. I find there are several conversations going on in my head at any time. Even picking which one to agree with, which one to laugh at, and which one to pretend doesn't exist is a challenge. You write something or say something and it feels a little inadequate. You look back on something you wrote in the past and the holes are gaping caverns. In How Proust Can Change Your Life, Alain de Botton talks of how the Person in Conversation and the Person in Writing are different. A book may be a 27th draft as each word is carefully selected and each description gets fine-tuned, replaced, corrected, refined etc. Like a thousand conversations distilled. He also talks of our love for art, music or literature being partly because they express something we can't. Sharing truth with others often isn't about an answer to a question. Perhaps it is just a willingness to give them and ask for the benefit of the doubt as you search for the right words, sounds and colours. Constantly refining.