Epiphanies save us from compulsion. Defined as performing an act persistently and repetitively without it leading to an actual reward or pleasure, compulsive behavior is skater behavior...much of the time. For an observer, many of the pains and risks associated with skateboarding probably make the whole thing seem silly. As I type with an injured wrist, for example, that mildly itches from the inside out (a sign something isn't flowing right in there) I might consider that skateboarding is disastrous, harmful, and even a waste of time. Yet, because of an epiphany - landing ollies on my toes is progress - I revel in the discomfort. Being outside of me, you don't know that these words are difficult to type and thus my crashing is sort of a non-issue, but if you're reading this you're likely grateful I skate/crash and see this blog as the "actual reward" or purpose for skating. That's true for me too. Part of why I skate is to demonstrate the creative process. I believe it's called the Gonzo technique. My crashes produce substance for entertainment...and cause for concern. The crashing part of skating is where thoughts of compulsion come from. Trying and trying to do something unsuccessfully allows for doubt and thoughts of irrelevance, but persistence pays off. Through failure we can reach an epiphany, a notion that out of nowhere gives purpose to our quest and encourages us to continue, to improve, and to ultimately find ourselves better off than before.