Dream to Live

Whether we like it or not, we are all born story tellers. Story telling is in our genetic code, and I'm sure someday soon they'll find the correct sequence for it. Along with story telling, we also love listening to stories. Our subconscious minds create them with very little effort. Most of the time, we don't even have control as author or reader!

We live to dream. We dream to live. I'm paraphrasing what a good friend told me that once.

I've gone over it in my head quite a bit and I don't think I'll ever get used to the idea, the identity, the persona that I've realized I've become, is called an "Artist." I should probably just accept that I am one and embrace it, and yet part of me has always believed that saying so would just be a weak excuse for my actions.

"You're very emotional and sensitive!"
"You're very creative!"
"Your head is always in the clouds!"
"You live in Dreamland!"

"Oh relax everyone. It's okay because I'm an "Artist."



Some part of me also believes that I'm repressing this aspect of myself. I'm downplaying it because I've been taught to deny my birthright. It never seemed to jive well with the limits my environment has always put on me. Permission had never been granted, and always vehemently refused. It seems almost as if my own success would have emphasized the failure others had put upon themselves. I'd be lying if I said I'm not at least a little cynical and jealous when someone wins the big lottery or jackpot. I say to myself, "Wow, lucky them..." then proceed to feel more empty in my own life.

Again, this is what I've been around my whole life so it's been absorbed into my skin. I had no say in the matter really. Now that I'm realizing this however, I can perhaps change that aspect of myself. I can consciously say, "Yes, this is who I am, and that's okay." More than okay! I need to be proud and stand tall! No one should ever deny themselves a gift that they fully deserve!



This may be a new chapter in my life, a new part, a new book. Hell, it may even be the case that the book was never fully opened to begin with, and we were all just reading the cliff notes! Sure you get the end result, the plot in a nutshell, though we've been robbing ourselves of the journey. The journey is the meat and potatoes. To say I've finally found my calling is a lie, because I don't think I've gotten there yet, however I've now accepted my responsibility as a creative person. I can't put it off any longer, denying the inevitable that awaits ahead.

Mountains to climb.
Oceans to sail.
Stars to visit.

- Ether