I knew who I was but not where I was going. Then I let them
tell me where I should go instead of exploring for myself.
Stood there boldly
Sweatin the sun
Felt like a million
Felt like number one
I never felt that strong
Like a rock
--Bob Seger
We were all there but never knew that was our place in the
sun. Our place where we shone with a light so bright the world was ours. Had we
known it was ours to take there might have been some better decisions. Less
regrets. Less wishing for that do over.
The do over comes I believe, later, in the next life, the
next go round on this planet or the next.
Some things ring true. Some things touch that space where
the soul lives.
Hemmingway
Van Gogh
Poe
Especially Poe
Sometimes I wonder if the connections we have to these
people from history is linked to another life, another existence we once had.
Did the shiver we experienced when we walked thought Hemmingway’s house give a
glimpse into a life we once passed through in another form? When tears form at
the mention of Poe’s name does that show us something more than what we learned
from books? The emotion so deep that flows up from the depths of the well of
our soul when we stand in front of the original Starry Night from Van Gogh does that mean something more?
Is time travel real or just an interpretation of the lives
we’ve been reincarnated through? Can our next life put us in the time of Poe,
the city he saw, the steps he took? Who says we reincarnate forward into a new
life, perhaps we can go into any time and live beside those who inspire us
today? Or perhaps we did live there and that’s the attraction we have to them
now.
I believe the brave pursue their dreams. I’m not sure that’s
easy to do when we marry too young or start a family before we’ve sought out
our dreams. I think dreams should come first. Especially for those with
creative dreams. Those are the hardest to cultivate in our society. Go out,
make money, and forsake the dreams of your soul for that so-called American
Dream. Happy house, picket fence, kids and a dog.
I’ve lived it, but somewhere deep inside I never understood
it. A restlessness stayed with me through it all. Like something was missing.
Something was out there and just beyond my vision. Beyond my reach.
Robert Frost knew it. He spoke of that road not taken and
the bravery to walk that path.
It’s never too late to dream a new dream or plan a new plan.
Here at 61 I’m seeking that which has eluded me all these years. I feel the
years but they don’t make me stubble yet, they don’t stop me from seeking that
which was missing, that which was lost.
Here I start a new adventure, a new business. One of art and
sharing this creativity. One I never
dreamed to achieve.
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