what we want is not what we really want….
i’ve never been a confident man.
i’m sure there’s some elaborate formula that would shed light on the hows and whys: this gene, coupled with that circumstance, those parents, that culture, those schools, those books, that trauma, that success, these friends, those choices, those actions, and that value… multiplied by this belief and that evidence, equals this man?…
the anxiety, worry, and stress does nothing to help your creative flow. it not only closes doors right in front of you, it locks them, so you’re convinced you need to keep madly seeking, searching, struggling and suffering in the “how” of it all, lacking the magic key….
we cling on to the old hurt stories because to let them go would mean the death of those same stories… and we fear death, in general. or, we fear the unknown….
we live in a reality that seems to serve only extremes – or, we perpetuate a reality where there is the dark, imbalanced, dysfunctional actions, thoughts, manifestations… or not….