I am an artist. I choose to allow my vision to seep into every aspect of my existence. I crave beauty and intentionality. I understand the tendency towards complacency- how we ease into it gradually. One small choice after the next and before we realize, our lives look just like everyone else’s. They resemble the lives we swore against when we were young. 9-5, canned food, television as company, nothing to look forward to. Boredom as normalcy. Complacency as comfort. Decades sift through clenched fists. A general dissonance. ——— I felt myself moving in this direction. Not by or through choice, but the lack of. A complete compliance. Dreams kept at a distance. Magic lost. I would be on this path still if it weren’t for awareness. Something so simple, a return to the moment. Rather than unfocused living. Rather than distraction. Rather than ignorance. I made a choice to open my eyes and my heart and to allow the little things and big things to move me. Allowing the world to inspire me. The way the wind feels, the sound of the tires on the road. The scent of freshly brewed coffee. Daily habits done right. Yoga, meditation, books and books and. I chose who I wanted to be, how I wanted to live, who I am.
(Instagram is on its way out again, how silly this relationship is)
I am. I am not perfect, I see plenty of room for growth. There is no finish line. There is no completion outside of death. There is no final state I am moving toward. I just want to set a good example for myself. I want to be moved by the way I allow life to move me. Some days aren’t great, some days are out of this world. But I am progressing. I am becoming. I am me, finally, and more each day. Finding the beauty in myself. Allowing pleasure to pour from everywhere. A sensual relationship with all of existence. I am here, so I’ll be here. It doesn’t have to be complicated I guess.