No need to be afraid that they will eat our cake. They won’t eat. They won’t have cake. Only if one of us gives them an unappetizing stale edge. Only then.
Where do they get pies from? Deadlines are savagely broken, projects are overwhelmed — who needs such performers? Such screenwriters, scientists, architects, engineers, craftsmen. They shift from foot to foot, their faces are gray, crumpled, mumble. All of them are not satisfied either in their work or in someone else’s. They say: “Not perfect, it needs to be redone, it will be tomorrow.” And tomorrow there is nothing: they are redoing it ad infinitum, and the deadlines have long passed. Time is up. Guard!
I’m talking about those whom each of us knows: about talented, almost brilliant people who have not been embodied in sparkling achievements, who do not wear laurels. For various reasons, but the main and most worthy is that they are not of this world. They do not see our everyday props — schedules, plans, they do not understand where we are in a hurry and why we are doing “four and a minus”, they are always to blame for us, and we are indignant, grumble, swear to have business with them, idiots. And we ourselves do everything anyhow, finding an excuse for ourselves: time. He is not. We share it somewhere.
Once upon a time I liked busy professionals, but now their charm has faded. Their gym beauty is not exciting, their views from poorly translated books are boring. Few of them, owning the form and time, are genuine, little remains in the bottom line. One blah blah. This is a stupid phrase: «Who does not control time, does not control anything.» Governs. Precisely because he is not afraid of time. Genuine. Always needed. The one that keeps the world going.
From these disheveled, ingeniously lying or suddenly backhand chopping the truth-womb, cursed by everyone and persecuted for impracticality and perfectionism — a lot of sense. Uncomfortable, terrible at work, forever sleepy, they leave their golden crumbs to the world, as a rule, without receiving anything in return. Is it so important that they did little to finish? What they did finish, a little, is usually really beautiful: a book, a film, a drawing, a song, a garden under a window or on a balcony, a carving, a woven carpet. Yes, they will never be applauded, but someone (in connection with their tiny sketch) will definitely be. To the one who quickly found a pearl in the dump of ideas and delivered it to the magnificent master’s table at the right moment.
But are they so unhappy out of this world? It seems not quite. Suffering from constant «bummers», they somehow manage to miraculously catch the main thing: worthy people love, appreciate and forgive them; their children grow up fine and smart — and it doesn’t matter that they look down on their unlucky parents; and it seems that the Almighty himself does not leave them with his care, protects them, otherwise how are they still alive? But they are alive! Bow to you from me, not from this world. We are indebted to you. Stay yourself.