Perhaps it’s not a syndrome; perhaps you are an imposter.
“Fake it till you make it” is the song of cowards.
You must be brave!
Find the lightning within your work and act to make it come alive! Bathe in storm waters with a mind that is an endless and immovable sea. In an age of pretenders and the faint-hearted, few will hold you to this task, but your very spirit demands it of yourself! See the chaos in the world and reach your hand out to it, close your grip around it, and make it fear your destiny! It must be that chaos is right to fear you so that you may live in awe of your works and may will yourself to live in them again a thousand times more!
Perhaps it’s not a syndrome; perhaps you are an imposter. “Fake it till you make it” is the song of cowards. You must be brave! Find the lightning within your work and act to make it come alive! Bathe in storm waters with a mind that is an endless and immovable sea. In an age of pretenders and the faint-hearted, few will hold you to this task, but your very spirit demands it of yourself! See the chaos in the world and reach your hand out to it, close your grip around it, and make it fear your destiny! It must be that chaos is right to fear you so that you may live in awe of your works and may will yourself to live in them again a thousand times more!