There is a realm that exists beyond the confines of my understanding. It creates patterns and draws comparisons in my life when I am filled with worry and doubt.
The other day, I spoke with an Uber driver who was feeling down and expressed much the same of what I experience every day of my life. The world is full of lack-of-confidence, naysayers and people that don’t believe in you. But that isn’t the focus of this post.
The faith that others lack is often a lack of imagination and insight on their part, or some unresolved issue that they have which has nothing to do with you. The only way that it matters is when your own beliefs and thoughts begin to align with those self-same people. Given the opportunity to make someone else better at what they normally do and becoming a mentor to someone else is a rare, selfless act. It can only exist in people who truly love themselves and understand that the universe does not revolve around them. These people exist and can be your strongest support and cheer-leading section, but they must be weeded out from all of the idiots, malcontents, abusers, angry narcissists that sit at the heads of many, many, many institutions.
But their time is up.
Not only are these people dying off, but there is already a paradigm shift occurring in our world. We just have to demand it, seek it, encourage it. That’s where art comes in.
Art touches the spaces inside that lack definition, the murky parts, the shadowy areas…and brings them to light. It also serves to validate the parts of ourselves that require examination and maybe need to change. Art also brings order to chaos, provides answers or a response to the complex and puts life’s confusing experiences into a different perspective. It can change how we view the world and how rigid and committed we are to our limited beliefs.
The greatest gift I was ever given was not expensive and was nothing until I touched it. Lumps of clay are like that; they lack definition so that the creator can literally give it life. But, my thinking mind right away resisted. It said, You’ve never worked with clay. Who do you think you are trying to mold and shape something? You have no talent with this… On and on and on my own mind prevented me from looking or even addressing the personal gift. I was annoyed. I looked at it skeptically–even cynically. I placed it on a shelf out of sight so I wouldn’t have to even address it…much like any traditional denial.
When I finally let go of the notions rattling around in my head, I had created something I never could have anticipated. The true miracle is that it hasn’t stopped since then. It just keeps on growing, expanding and shocking the heck out of me.
Here’s hoping that in your travels you discover aspects of yourself through your art that illuminate the darkest regions and provide opportunities to expand your vocabulary beyond your wildest dreams!