The Liquid Kosmos

As you were

There is nothing quite as fascinating as staring at a blank white page. The world and opportunities seem endless.

I was thinking about what state of mind I was in when I used to write a lot of witty banter about mundane events that happen. Also, why is it so fascinating to me? I suppose because people and life are so compelling. Even in their simplest forms the layers can unfold forever.

Tonight I walked through Macy's for no particular reason. I suppose to see if something struck my fancy, but nothing did. It was late and I only had 15 minutes before they closed. I saw all the hot new trends and had a difficult time putting myself inside of those outfits. That was tonight, of course. Sometimes I can imagine myself feeling comfortable in anything. It's all a state of mind really. There are certain people that can seemingly pull off anything, but they have to bring the attitude from within.

I hesitate to give an example because it seems like anything is game these days. It's like everything else, fashion is slowly melting into couture. People are staking their claim on individuality like never before and it is not easy so the examples are more extreme.

Everyone's a writer, a musician, a photographer, a chef, and that's how it should be. For how long did I burn inside wanting to do things that seemed off limits when I was a kid? I wanted to write a comic strip, I wanted to play drums, to sing, to write, to make movies, ride motorcycles, to record music, to voice my opinion. Now, it's all here. Right at my finger tips and I must say it's a daunting opportunity.

"Can't" is losing it's cache in our vernacular. Never before were our dreams this accessible. The hard part is going after them with passion and accepting defeat if it doesn't work.

For years when I had just started playing drums it was so much fun to "form" bands and walk around town with group members and professing that "we were starting a band" to anyone that would listen. We would brainstorm about how cool our shows would be, how many women would be hanging around after gigs, and generally how cool we were for starting a band. We'd even practice sometimes, but the hard part was actually pulling it all together and doing a show.

I must confess, I enjoyed being in an imaginary band. Many times it proved to be more fun than actually doing a show that nobody came to. Not to mention having crappy music.

The music was always better in my head. We had our magical nirvana that no one could criticize or touch. The example crosses many platforms. I can't tell you how many times I've proclaimed that I was writing a book or a screen play. I never lied about it, but how many books are in my bookography? Exactly zero.

But, I AM writing a book. I'm writing several, actually. They are all going to be amazing, but god knows when they will be finished. I'm also painting and making movies and creating my bad ass motorcycle image and laying out my photography studio and...... It's all in there, but where's the time? Where's the energy? What's the point?

I guess the point is that is who we are. We seek, we search, we create. I used to ask that question a lot. Begging to know what am I supposed to be doing. Why am I here? But, I have tweaked the question as of late and it is more on the lines of, what is my purpose? How can I be of value to humanity?

That shift of perspective has made things a lot easier. Sometimes I believe my purpose is simply to help others find themselves. I have faith in others and rarely find a joy as satisfying as helping someone else uncork their desires. Whether it's convincing my dad that he can still be a comedian or giving our 60 year old receptionist confidence she can still do that cooking show she's always dreamed about.

It's a magical time and I hope we don't lose sight of that.

posted by The Oscillator @ 8:29 PM