Music, words, and imagery. A truth seeking wanderer.
It was about 2:00am on New Year’s Day. I’d been watching a few shows online while the clock had gently ticked past midnight, to silently ring in a new year. According to our current calendar system, it’s now 2020, which sounds futuristic, really. But, it’s here. I am still here. I wonder what for…
Our craft, our story — as the expression of our uniqueness and what we inherently strive for as our fully actualized self — can take a lifetime to realize.
There’s such an immense pressure we put upon ourselves in our culture to “do great things” with our lives. I think we almost always miss the point entirely. It’s an contrast between materialism and what really matters.
