brushing past the edge of my soul... (part1)

Do you ever listen to a musician, read an author, or immerse yourself in an artist, and find yourself awakening? I do.

There is this constant push/pull in my life where I find myself dying in life's pressures and disappointments, and then reawakening to some string of hope deep inside that resonates a lifeline stronger than the depression that threatens to overtake me. I often want to turn this side of me off; seeing very little value in it, however to rip the artist soul in two would most likely rip away the very passion that feeds my creative nature.

There is a playfulness in life that i see in the young. I am not old, but I am not as naive as I was 12 years ago either. I miss some of that idealism which shares joy with the world even when there's so much sadness floating everywhere.

It appears we all have a role to play in this life. I hope mine is to bring joy and hope through my creative vision. As an artist, I often feel I'm only as good as my last project, and doubt threatens to overwhelm…. and yet there's something deep within that still finds the kid-like wonder of life that so many of us long for.

So to you and myself, I say: Stay confident today. We cannot see around life's corner, and yet whatever it is, beauty and love will still exist—and that's a thought worth tucking deep inside and dwelling on.

much love,
-TJ