Quality Over Quantity
In a world where everyone wants more... more food, more clothes, more fun, more friends, more success, and more time... I'm sitting here maintaining the same philosophy I've had for years. Quality over quantity. I believe in the precious few things we come across in life, those wonderful people, moments and objects that become so special.
But even as I write this, I realize how even I've succumbed to the deep desire to have more. There is a part of me that wishes I had a thousand friends, three hundred pairs of shoes and another hour in every day. Just knowing that I'm betraying my own thoughts is bizarre. I suppose I envy some of those people, the ones that seem to know someone in every corner of the world, show off the expensive coat they just bought or share pictures of the fifth vacation they've taken this year. I can't deny that there are I times I wish that was me.
I'm sure there are many people who have almost everything they've ever dreamed of, and they are humble, happy and grateful. But what about those people who have so much, but are still so alone? What about the people who, on the outside, seem to have the world at their fingertips, but when they're in trouble, no one comes running?
That's when I remember, quality over quantity. As much as we all love to have a lot, it really doesn't mean much. Everything you really need is probably already there, if you look around. I have what I need. I have a great husband who never fails to support and love me, a family who accepts and encourages me despite my quirks (or perhaps because of them), and a few incredibly great friends who I could call whenever I needed to, just to get something off my chest. I recycle my wardrobe about once every two weeks, but I love those clothes. And I may not have that album out yet, but it's only a matter of time. I wouldn't want to rush it, to release something with fifteen tracks that didn't have a meaning. I'd rather take several years or more to get it right.
So the next time I fret about losing momentum, losing a fan or losing time, I'll just have to remember: Look at the quality, girl, look at the quality.
But even as I write this, I realize how even I've succumbed to the deep desire to have more. There is a part of me that wishes I had a thousand friends, three hundred pairs of shoes and another hour in every day. Just knowing that I'm betraying my own thoughts is bizarre. I suppose I envy some of those people, the ones that seem to know someone in every corner of the world, show off the expensive coat they just bought or share pictures of the fifth vacation they've taken this year. I can't deny that there are I times I wish that was me.
I'm sure there are many people who have almost everything they've ever dreamed of, and they are humble, happy and grateful. But what about those people who have so much, but are still so alone? What about the people who, on the outside, seem to have the world at their fingertips, but when they're in trouble, no one comes running?
That's when I remember, quality over quantity. As much as we all love to have a lot, it really doesn't mean much. Everything you really need is probably already there, if you look around. I have what I need. I have a great husband who never fails to support and love me, a family who accepts and encourages me despite my quirks (or perhaps because of them), and a few incredibly great friends who I could call whenever I needed to, just to get something off my chest. I recycle my wardrobe about once every two weeks, but I love those clothes. And I may not have that album out yet, but it's only a matter of time. I wouldn't want to rush it, to release something with fifteen tracks that didn't have a meaning. I'd rather take several years or more to get it right.
So the next time I fret about losing momentum, losing a fan or losing time, I'll just have to remember: Look at the quality, girl, look at the quality.
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