leave a few spots untouched
leave a few phrases unstated
leave a few memories unlived
leave your heart intact, encased, incase.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
I am in the wake of a great storm, and I am realizing that the likelihood that the corporate structure component of my life making it's exit is great. And in accordance, leaving me to operate as a full-time artist.
The society in you will exclaim "Wow! Aren't you so tremendously fearful?!" and the society part in me will vibrantly return "Yes! I'm terribly nervous and frigidly excited and I don't know if I'll make it!".
Then the polite encourager in you will dribble "Well, if anyone can do it, you can! It will be great!" and in response, the polite encourager in me will drool "Isn't that kind of you to say! I think I will manage.".
Then your soul will churn and gurgle a bit and guiltfully pound into your gut "Wow! Isn't she lucky? Getting to feed her soul and her passions all the day long, rather than sit behind a computer screen for eight hours and read about people living her dreams in the news?!" And then my soul in response will chuckle, and whisper, "Yes, It's been a long time since any attention has been paid to me, and I'm looking forward to rebuilding the understanding between my bearer and me.".
You see, I do not come from money or wealth or high society. I do not have vast savings and I already have loans to re-pay. I am green at age 23, but my pockets are not. If I fail at my art, there is no recovery. I fail. And I know that. And somehow, I do not fear that. I think the reason some people can be artists and others cannot is a matter of whether or not you're really an artist. How it can be just that simple, I'll never know, but it must be.
And I am an artist, and I am a creator, and it drips from my pores and trails behind me everywhere I go. Escaping it would be futile and ignoring it unbearable. So why not embrace the circumstance and get to work. After all, it's a dream come true. How in my right mind could I not face a dream coming true with anything but a grin.
The society in you will exclaim "Wow! Aren't you so tremendously fearful?!" and the society part in me will vibrantly return "Yes! I'm terribly nervous and frigidly excited and I don't know if I'll make it!".
Then the polite encourager in you will dribble "Well, if anyone can do it, you can! It will be great!" and in response, the polite encourager in me will drool "Isn't that kind of you to say! I think I will manage.".
Then your soul will churn and gurgle a bit and guiltfully pound into your gut "Wow! Isn't she lucky? Getting to feed her soul and her passions all the day long, rather than sit behind a computer screen for eight hours and read about people living her dreams in the news?!" And then my soul in response will chuckle, and whisper, "Yes, It's been a long time since any attention has been paid to me, and I'm looking forward to rebuilding the understanding between my bearer and me.".
You see, I do not come from money or wealth or high society. I do not have vast savings and I already have loans to re-pay. I am green at age 23, but my pockets are not. If I fail at my art, there is no recovery. I fail. And I know that. And somehow, I do not fear that. I think the reason some people can be artists and others cannot is a matter of whether or not you're really an artist. How it can be just that simple, I'll never know, but it must be.
And I am an artist, and I am a creator, and it drips from my pores and trails behind me everywhere I go. Escaping it would be futile and ignoring it unbearable. So why not embrace the circumstance and get to work. After all, it's a dream come true. How in my right mind could I not face a dream coming true with anything but a grin.
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