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Suppose you want to fill a canvas.

Simple enough. But first you must have paint. Before that too you also needs a canvas upon which to apply it, and what is paint without a brush?

A brush, paint, and a canvas.

What to paint?

A thousand flitting images pass by your minds eye.

To choose one is to disregard the rest. They will not be there the next time you look.

You cannot paint fast enough to explore all of them. At best you can scratch and scribble a few notes to help you remember the next time, but again you will be faced with the same dilemma.

What to paint?

The easiest solution is to paint nothing at all. To leave it as it is.

Can you walk away?

Is it even possible?

All of the things you could have dreamed into the world will be lost.

A little death, in a way.

If by some miracle you survive this ordeal and come to a decision, there is still the matter of time and effort.

Will you be done by the hours end, by this afternoon or... will it take a decade or longer? Is that a commitment you're ready for?

What if you never finish it?

That may be worse than the dream never dreamt.

Here it is, laying to rot.

Worse still that you're still alive to watch the decay.

The slow and inevitable loss of the vision you once had for the piece.

In its place an ever growing disgust and hatred for its incompleteness.

Maybe you could have completed it once. If you'd just called it good back then, you could have found another dream.

Instead, you left it to rot. Incomplete.

Like half a melody played by a forgotten mare, it haunts you.