Being a writer is a gift. It matters not if it has garnered fame or fortune, or if you are like me, a regular person writing from experience, from imagination, writing a prayer...a hope...a dream. The desire to CREATE something is vivid and at times lucid.
To leave behind something, anything, that is in its own way a child in that each piece, a poem, a story...has its heartbeat. My perception of the world is curated solely by my own unique experience and in writing, I become the visionary, the savant, of my own world. My fingerprint is inevitably etched from beginning to end with a tale of moments experienced. And isn't that our lives generally? Collections of moments, museums of memories. A consciousness created at the first flickers of life meant to bring something into the world that was never there before.
Isn't that a beautiful thought? Our very existence is one of a kind. But how much do we ever really look at it that way, if we even stop to think it at all? We were never promised to be saved from our experiences, we were only ever promised that our life here is brief. A single speck across the timelines that run across the universe. And yet, without that speck, that life, without YOU, the very nature of the world would spin differently in space and time. We are the RIPPLE.
Where 2 hands meet from opposite sides of the world only to crash into a supernova of invention. Love. Beauty. Why then do we get so heavied with the most narrow of perceptions? Don't allow society to dictate and define your life. Your character. Don't become a consumer of negativity, objects of matter that cause indifference.
This is not a race. This is an experience. A dream within a dream and in this world, the TRUTH is only set free by removing your shackles of slavery to the lies the world has made you believe. You are not small. You are bigger than your wildest imagination.
You are not your ego.
You are not your trauma.
Your the drop in the ocean and the kaleidoscope within the ocean. We are all a part of the whole, a neverending painting of Van Goh's starry sky spattered across the universe.
So whatever you do, whoever you come across, leave a path of gemstones behind you so that others may pick up your spears of Gold and alchemize diamonds for the next artist within all our capable hands, hearts and consciousness.
Be kind and pay it forward. ✨️
