Just letting my thoughts flow

It seems that the hardest thing for me in the creation of art is not in the conception of an idea, but in the translation that it takes to come from my head into reality. Perhaps it's not even art that I'm specifically referring to, but to creation in general. Even as I write these words, my mind continuously races to find a more perfect match to what I'm trying to convey. Maybe it's in my nature as an INFP to seek an ever-elusive sort of perfection, the type that only seems to exist within my world and my head. Whenever I transcribe my ideas into substance, it transforms into something less-than-perfect from the way I imagined it to be. It almost seems that in the process of becoming physically real and tangible, it also becomes limited because of the very nature of reality.

It's not that my ideas are complicated or world-changing.. but every now and then, I feel like they can only truly exist within me at any given moment. If I ever try to express these things, the illusion of perfection is broken. Maybe that's why to me, my world feels so fragile, as if suddenly everything could be lost because I had tried too hard to discern the details. I'm in a constant search for the reality inside my mind, when in truth, something like that seems like it could never be realistically actualized.