The reason artists get so frustrated with their work is because they know, try as they might, there's always something missing. Something a little not right, and this is true whether you write, or paint, or dance, or create. That's because there are things in this world that can never be explained, or put onto paper, or into sound and movement. No matter how great I write, I don't think I'll ever be able to explain to a person the beauty of the sunset on the beach if they've never seen it themselves. Even if they see a photograph in a magazine, it won't compare to seeing it in person. That's because beauty needs to be experienced, not witnessed from behind a solid plate of bullet proof glass.I wrote this some time ago, after a revelation I had regarding myself and the people in it. You see, I've always had this intense need, this desire for people to know me on the deep level that I get to know them. But I wanted something more than that too, something utterly impossible. I wanted proof that they knew, and I wanted them to sit down and explain to me in plain English who, and what I was. Well, it's safe to say I knew how ridiculous that notion the day I wrote that.
Just like you or me. People want nothing more than to be with that one person who will know them without ever having to explain it. But the thing is your filled with that essence, that something that every artists tries to capture. Like the sunset, your heart and soul can't be explained. You can't be explained, or captured or understood in a two dimensional image or any amount to poetry. You can only be experienced, and loved. The one's that know you the best, are the one's who don't try to define you. They don't question your actions or those strange little contradictions that make you who you are. The people that know you the best, are the people who just sit beside you to watch the sunset, rather than wasting their lives trying to capture and understand what about it quiets their souls.
I don't remember if I mentioned my appointment with a psychic healer in latter posts, but I just got through with him. It left me feeling oddly refreshed, despite feeling like we go no where far, and seventy five dollars lighter.
But I want to ask something of you, my few but I hope dedicated readers. Ask me questions. Make me be specific in answering them. Be interested in who I am, who I was, who I want to be, because that's what I need right now. (Along with short term goal setting, and better relationships.)