You’ve got the music in you.
It’s already there. Buried. Unconscious. Dormant. Ready for its moment to burst forth.
It doesn’t require invention, only recitation.
It doesn’t require you to create ‘something’ out of ‘nothing’. Your work of art already exists, fully realized, somewhere within you.
The building blocks for your beautiful, complete, and unique symphony already exist. All that’s left to do is let the pieces bubble up to the surface for assembly.
You just need to open the door and let it all come into this world.
It doesn’t require any thinking, just doing
Your music, your art…
…Like a fatter, clumsier Spiderman
The sharp, metallic sound reverberated through every bone of my body.
I watched in horror, as the door jamb fell back into the locked position. Time seemed to stand still, as the most unlikely of unlucky events had just taken place.
Just that one single click. Then silence.
I was on the outside. A thick glass sliding door separated me from the warmth and comfort of my own home. How did this happen? What were the chances? What a cruel twist of fate… a seeming violation of the very law of physics. …
It’s never too late to let go of everything and find yourself
It was a desperate act of self-preservation.
There was no honor in it.
There was no justifying it.
There was no lesson to be learned from it.
I just needed to get out. It was time to run.
I remember that cold Christmas evening, alone in my car and alone in the world.
Everything leading up to that moment had pushed me to my tipping point. The forward momentum had taken over, and what started as a slow roll downhill roll had quickly accelerated into a free fall…
Money comes and money goes. It is the cause of our pleasure. It is the cause of our pain.
Without it’s comfortable embrace, our bodies are left so vulnerable, so fragile… completely at the whims of the hostile environment that surrounds us.
We feel like money will protect us. It will keep us warm and safe, a blanket that provides security and contentment. It will be our shelter from the cruel, cold truth of time — the eventual destroyer of all material things.
We seek control, because in reality we have none. We dream of a time when we will…
“So, what do you do?”
It’s a simple question, right? It’s completely reasonable to start a new relationship with this age-old query, right after “what’s your name?”
Except, it’s not. It’s not a reliable conversation starter, rather it’s a communication ender. It cuts us off from our authentic voice. It kills any possibility of us being open and vulnerable from each other, and throws us into a robotic autopilot mode of pre-scripted responses.
Let’s stop being human Chatbots, ok?
I say we remove the question from our discourse. …