You compare your work to others and feel you'll never be good enough

This comparison is a thief of creative courage, and it runs on a few misunderstandings I can help you see through. You are comparing your beginning to their middle — your early efforts to their years of practice, your first drafts to their polished, revised work, meeting the masters only in their maturity when they too once began as clumsily as you; the comparison is unfair, measuring your start against their arrival. Their existence proves the thing is possible, not that you are unworthy — the same work that makes you despair could instruct and inspire you, showing what the craft can do, so read the great work as your teacher, not your judge. And the point is not to be the best, but to make your thing — creating is not a competition, there is room for countless makers, and your work's value lies not in surpassing others but in being the particular thing only your seeing can make. The world needs the thing only you can make. Whose work makes you feel you'll never measure up?