Iteration, Perfection, Success?
Iteration, Progression, Success?
Middle Class language communicates achievement as success. Overachievement is oversuccess, presumably. I used to see no problem in that - indeed, linking achievement with success was a natural and ideal state for me to be. Yet achievement is not something that can be controlled through hardwork and virtue. It is not an ideal state at all. Virtue is a better state.
Yet virtue itself needs ideal conditions to really grow. Rituals, health, sleep - these are not optional measures for virtue to thrive. Good behaviour based on rational self-interest cannot exist without the conditions that encourage it. That is why I am fortunate I did not choose so many of those friends and lovers more than I did (and perhaps why I fortunate they did not choose me).
My thoughts on this have changed though. I watched a cooking show about a middle child in India who overachieved to make her parents proud. It finally resonated with me what I have known for a fair time - this search for success to make us proud is problematic.
Here are some reasons why:
1) You are good as a human being in yourself. Aiming for achievement as measures of success suggests more about you than just that field.
2) Success does not necessarily mean satisfaction. I have achieved much in the way of success, but the visceral experience of controlling myself via brains, brawn, books, bacon feels more satisfying than some of those conventional measures, such as work and certificates.
3) The fields in which we might experience success are narrow. Those fields might benefit others - work hard hard as a teacher to achieve success. They might require too much of ourselves, of our time and souls - take too much time to mark to achieve success.
Today I play music publicly. I have practice every day. I could not have realistically practiced more in the finite time I gave. If I do not give more time then I cannot expect a better performance. With the finite time I cannot expect perfection.
Instead, I should only expect an iteration that may or may not succeed. It exists for fun - no jobs rely upon this save Sam's.
I cannot expect my emotional reaction to change, the difficulty and awkwardness that I feel now. But, I can welcome that awkwardness as an old friend, that nervous energy and self-doubt. That tells me I am moving. It tells me of my virtue.
It tells me that an iteration is success. And that old friend of doubt is here to be loved, with that physiological reaction to be experienced, and maybe a better place for that temperance to be.