If you folded a sheet of paper in half 50 times, how thick do you think it would be?
A deck of cards?
A refrigerator?
A skyscraper?
Not even close.
Fifty folds would put you somewhere in the neighborhood of the distance from Earth to the Sun.
And if you ambitiously folded it 103 times it would be as thick as the observable universe!
I know…
That sounds unfathomable.
But the math is simple.
Since humans project the future in straight lines, we have a hard time comprehending the scale of compounding effects.
Multiplying over and over again.
Every fold doubles the thickness.
One sheet becomes two.
Two becomes four.
Four becomes eight.
And for a long time, while folding, nothing looks particularly impressive to our straight-line-brains.
After ten folds, we’d still be holding something we could wrap our head around.
But then the numbers start getting more and more ridiculous.
That’s the strange thing about compounding:
the beginning looks nothing like the ending.
And I think this is why it’s so easy to quit too early.
We write for a month and still don’t feel like a writer.
We practice guitar and still stumble through the chord changes.
We publish ten videos and almost nobody watches.
We work on the business and it still looks like an idea held together with tape.
So we can’t help but wonder:
Is this actually working?
But you’re staring at fold number seven and judging it for not looking like fold number fifty.
Creative work compounds in ways that are almost impossible to see while they’re happening.
Every sentence teaches you how to write the next.
Every ugly creation sharpens your taste.
Every conversation makes you slightly better at pitching the thing you’re building.
Every time you return to the work when you could have abandoned it, you invest in yourself.
An investment so small you barely even notice it.
An hour spent learning.
Another attempt.
A step forward.
But everything you want is on the other side of patience, consistency and intention.
Another fold.
Folding you more and more into a person you can’t even recognize.
And the magic happens slowly, then all at once…
One day you’re painfully pushing keys with one finger on a piano.
The next day, your hands seem to just know where to go.
One day you’re staring at a blank document wondering how anyone writes a book.
The next day, you’re holding one.
From the outside, it can look sudden.
But most breakthroughs are just compounding effects of investing in yourself.
All of your private repetitions finally becoming visible.
The applause happens at fold fifty.
The person was built during folds one through forty-nine.
So how are you investing in yourself physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, creatively?
And don’t say you’re not, because everyone is.
We are always compounding something.
Writing the chapter is a choice.
Not writing it is also a choice.
Practicing compounds.
Avoiding practice compounds.
Courage compounds.
So does hesitation.
Money compounds.
So does neglect.
Love compounds too.
A relationship is built from a thousand almost invisible moments.
Life is built from moments too small to look like a life.
Then our future doesn’t suddenly arrive.
It accumulates.
Indecision accumulates a future where your dreams remain unmanifested.
Intention accumulates a future where you aimed for the moon and reached the Sun.
So look at the thing you say you want out of life.
The book.
The business.
The stronger body.
The deeper friendship.
Don’t even think about fold number fifty for a moment.
Just focus on what’s the next fold?
Write 300 words.
Build for an hour.
Go for a short run.
Tell them why you love them.
Then come back tomorrow and fold it again.
And again.
Until who you are is unfathomable.
Stay creative,
Way Walker
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