Hello again, blank page, my dear old friend. All the possibilities lie ahead, and the adventure might take us to places that are not safe. However might be the case, that is where we are heading, since growth cannot be found, within one's known and common ground.

I am seeking to understand myself, something that is proven to be easier said than done. A tricky thing indeed, for my mind is more a mystery to me than anyone else.I sit comfortably in my chair, in the shade, enjoying the grease and watching the leaves shine with the heat of the sun. Life seems good right now… even in the midst of a crazy pandemic, an irrational overreaching government and a collective unconsciousness going wild. I can feel it, I can tap into its raw negative power if I so wish… but I don’t. I can look down at the abyss but I decide to step down from the ledge. I refuse to participate in it’s madness.

There then lies the question, what should one do instead? Many people fear this so much that they evade it at all costs. And in return seek for nothing more than to satisfy their immediate desires. When they realise that nothing trully fills them, they turn into substances to escape, even for a little while, most get lost in this cycle… I know I have.

I’m looking to find a way to spend my time, something that connects me to the inner flow of eternal shine. Something engaging, meaningful… that can help me become a better person in the process, that might add some value to someone else’s life… that is a noble goal at least.

Can I do such a thing? My father, sister and brother became coaches of life and spirit. And try to elevate human kind, one by one. Their work is incredible, but is not something I can do. I am afraid my power doesn’t lie in connecting with people in such a way. I am the introvert kind, while them always had many friends, I only had a few… but the few I have, I have them for life.

Maybe my contribution is just an example… Living my life in an open way, showcasing it through my art… maybe that can be helpful to others as well.

Maybe we shouldn’t all be teachers… diversify! I say :)

Reminds me of a conversation I once had with a good friend of mine. He was a philosopher, and at that stage, so was I. Though in truth, within my heart I knew that even though I loved philosophy… I‘be always been an artist at heart… and that showed, every time we discussed things like this.

He spoke of literature, and the need for it. He asked why we need a novel that takes weeks, even sometimes months to read. When oftentimes their teachings could be summarized in a few easy to digest lines? Why don’t the authors just say what they mean to say? Why disguise it in characters and plots?

For me the answer was as clear then as it is today… I can tell you the importance of being Earnest, and it would take me no time. You would understand this quite well in your mind… But what if I told you a story, where you can see the characters slowly descend into madness, when he tells lie after lie?… how with each one the need for a new one arises? Just like a hydra, whose heads grow as they get cut?

Then… you might feel it in your heart. We can sit and write the makings of a hero, but that would inspire very few to act. Tell them a story of a man who overcame his limitations and achieved greatness. Now that is inspiring! 

You can’t fall in love with instructions, but a story is a different thing, their characters (when done right) are alive… they become our friends… we take them from the pages and make them a home in our mind… they can talk to us and a company throughout our lives. Whispering knowledge that only they have.

More often that not, the author doesn’t even know who this creatures are… they don’t invent them, they find them, follow them… and write their journeys out. Artists are always first, philosophers are always behind… interpreting their work, trying to get the value out. But almost always, in doing so, many things get left behind.

I’m not sure what all that rambling was, but it is the goal for this activity… get stuff out of mind and into the page. It is truly great practice, I advise you to give it a try. It doesn’t matter what you write… like art itself… is never about the end result…. EVERYTHING is in the act!!!