A while back I wanted to make a picture book. It wanted to call it ‘The Little Traveller,’ and make the story about a small girl who always went on some adventure to a strange and interesting place. In each episode the little traveller would always have an existential crisis. The big questions of life would plague her. Which way should she go? What dream should she listen to? Who should she become? Simple things. The answer would always appear, but not in the way the little traveller expected.
I realised after a while that The Little Traveller was a fairly flimsy self portrait. Is this project similar? Yes, it is. I’ve been to so many places, and so often, I found ways to self sabotage the will to make something. The voice would say that it’s not interesting, It doesn’t sing, it’s not relevant, blah blah blah. I realised, after a while, that the only way to combat this existential crisis was to do it anyway, watch the situation as it happens, watch closely, forget about the outcome and work like an athlete. Just practise something without judgement. So that’s what I’ve been trying to do. Forget the outcome and double down on the process, on the curiosity and simple joy of just making something.
Turns out it’s really fun. Who knew?
“What is the real game? It is a game in which the heart is entertained, the game in which you are entertained. It is the game you will win.” - MAHARAJI
PS: If you’ve read The inner game of tennis and have any insights on non judgemental practise, please reach out. I’d love to hear more.