I once lived a nightmare where the colors and frames of the world created havoc on my heart; where the stories of those outside my day to day life seemed to be in a whirlwind of suffering and the meaning of love was masked with the misfortunes of my ignorance. I once lived a nightmare where I could not see that all the love in the world was free. Held captive by shadows of destruction and despair I fell complacent to the direction of a small few who dominate the lives of millions through mass media. Once I was consumed with fear because I didn't realize that before me there was nothing but a world full of peace if I bid it so.
I once had a nightmare that politicians and corporations ran my life. The walls of my understanding of the world stood high. Beyond these walls the truth of my existence dance in the star filled sky and swim below the ocean crest. It is in every face and every task I perform. I once lived in an alter ego where all I could see in the mirror was a reflection of something I could never be. All the while I was missing out on the greatest gift of all. This wasn't the type of gift you can advertise and capture the emotions in a patent. No my friends, the gift of the moment is all one needs to find all the hope needed to change the world, starting with the reflection in the mirror.
There is a moment in history when all the world is destined to wake up and realize that you don't need a T.V. or a magazine to tell you what it means to love, or trust, or succeed. As sure as the sun will rise, so will the minds of all those who find freedom in all the cycles of life. In our culture we have lost the true meaning of life and death. How easily we forget the fullness of spring when winter hangs heavy in the gray horizon. Beyond the chaos there is a song echoing through the trees and tickling my eyelashes with butterfly kisses. The whole world strives to be better when I gaze upon it with eyes of love and adoration.
Meaningless are the days when I felt that someone else was in control of my life. Soundless are the memories beyond the call of the moment for it is here that I can take back the life in which I live and make art. Here I am free to create the most amazing history the world has ever known. How grateful I am for this message of hope!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Life worth living
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