The day before
yesterday I spoke about the value of art and what artists give back to the
world. Then yesterday I wrote about Samsara and Baraka. And just like that I
felt all of the emotions that I had decried. I am so damn lucky. My place in
the world is so sound. I don’t spend most of my moments focused on my survival
and the survival of those I love. Who am I to make art, who am I to do this
thing that no one needs when there is so much that so many are lacking?
Then today, this.
At the end of the
day, there are the two quotes that I love below.
It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die
miserably every day for lack of what is found there. - William Carlos Williams
Don’t ask yourself
what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive. The world needs
more people who have come alive. - Jonathan Harris
We get just one life
in this world. I have friends who died too young, family that have survived and
are currently struggling with cancer. I’m constantly reminded how precious life
is. This is what I want to do with it, and I hope, every day, that it does
something good for someone besides me, that it’s not the selfish act that I
sometimes feel like it is.
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