bhaskar saikia

Yesterday, I wrote about procrastination—not as laziness, but as a quiet force that keeps us trapped in the ordinary. If you want even a flicker of the extraordinary, you must break that spell.

Start small.
Start messy.
Start scared.
But start.

Many years ago, I read something that stayed with me: when you begin anything meaningful, you will make a lot of mistakes. If you want to paint, you’ll first create a pile of bad paintings. If you want to write, you’ll write clumsy sentences before you find your voice. If you want to build something remarkable, you will stumble, fail, and question yourself more times than you can count.

But here’s the comforting secret: history has a way of forgetting your early mess. It only remembers your masterpieces.

No one talks about Leonardo da Vinci’s failed sketches or abandoned canvases. The world remembers the Mona Lisa. Not the drafts. Not the doubts. Not the days he struggled to get the smile right.

And that’s how life works for all of us.

The greatest works, the greatest journeys, the greatest transformations—all begin in the awkward, imperfect, uncertain first step that nobody sees. The world will eventually see the finished piece. You just have to survive the phase where even you don’t love your own work.

So here’s your reminder: If something calls you, answer. If a dream scares you, chase it. If the extraordinary whispers your name, step toward it.

Start—because greatness always begins as a messy attempt that history chooses not to remember.