There's no such thing as love without vulnerability.
When I think about how much I love my little sister Erin, I'm immediately struck with the fear that I will somehow lose her. The fear is right there, right there with the love, all mixed in with it. Inseparable, innate, structurally necessary.
So too with creativity.
With creativity, there is always the risk of failure. Always.
That's the definition of creativity.
"This might not work."
That's how you know it's art.
This art, this love, these essential acts of being human, they are wrought with insecurity.
There are no guarantees.
That's what it means to be human.
That's why it's beautiful to be a human being.