When the frame is not there (yet), it becomes even more important to focus on the substance.
You’re on your path to bulid something that lasts. You want to bring your contribution to the world. You’ve taken upon your shoulders the responsibility of being part of something greater than you. You’re terrified at times, because you feel it might very well be heavier that you can carry.
When the ones who’ve been blowing on your wings get silent, and their presence slightly fades, it hurts. It hurts to see the essence gets so easy out of focus. It hurts to see that people stumble on it’s lack of a fancy shape.