To premise your mattering on your poetry, flaying yourself raw so that you can touch the world skinless the better to take it in and transmute it into art . . . and then never to know whether anything you wrote was any good? To live out every day in the presence of such doubts is to live with unease, your whole life at the mercy of your art.
Goldstein, Rebecca Newberger. The Mattering Instinct: How Our Deepest Longing Drives Us and Divides Us (p. 17). Liveright. Kindle Edition.
Not knowing whether your work matters is a common feature of artists and human service workers. We do our best and never know where efforts land. This is where faith comes in. We continue to work not because we see and enjoy the product of our labors, but because of faith.
Do you believe in love? How do you know that it matters? Does knowing whether it matters or not influence the degree to which you are willing to love?
