Some of these might be for you. But screw being helpful and putting names -- instead, I leave you to be an egotist and think they're practically all about you
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In purely human terms, there is nothingness - that vacuous emptiness - and fellowship/followship, then there is individuality and leadership, and all its implied loneliness. Most of us lie somewhere in between the two, with the trend in this country, at this time, sadly tumbling toward the former.
I speak blindly. This is a random and illusory connection. I know not who you are, and our paths will likely never cross. The fact that you seem to have survived adolescence, though, and hung on to your individuality represents no small feat. In retrospect, you may find that it was the greatest struggle of your life, and the fact that it came naturally to you doesn’t diminish the accomplishment of it in any way.
Don’t spend a lot of time pondering which “sphere” you inhabit. I suspect you opted long ago, without so much as a thought, to plant your feet firmly on multiple spheres. Travel between and among them at will. There’s nothing dire about that.
This is the paragraph/thought that resonated with me the most: ”Nothing's constant. Any time I think there's no point at all, something shifts and I find out that I inadvertently did something right. And, quite frankly, "inadvertent" is the only way I get anything done at all. I can take credit for nothing. An "I am a pen" is probably my truest mantra.”
That’s one hell of a mantra. Pens and brushes and ideas are the stuff - the only stuff - of which immortality is made. And there is little in this “sphere” that is more “inadvertent” than immortality. And if immortality isn’t the goal (and it certainly need not be), then greatness always is. Immortality is only greatness that got noticed. Greatness doesn’t need to be noticed to matter, and irrevocably alter the universe.
By the age of 18, most people have long since relinquished any chance they might have had of achieving that. You? I’m not so sure... Resign yourself to a little loneliness and get on with it
I speak blindly. This is a random and illusory connection. I know not who you are, and our paths will likely never cross. The fact that you seem to have survived adolescence, though, and hung on to your individuality represents no small feat. In retrospect, you may find that it was the greatest struggle of your life, and the fact that it came naturally to you doesn’t diminish the accomplishment of it in any way.
Don’t spend a lot of time pondering which “sphere” you inhabit. I suspect you opted long ago, without so much as a thought, to plant your feet firmly on multiple spheres. Travel between and among them at will. There’s nothing dire about that.
This is the paragraph/thought that resonated with me the most:
”Nothing's constant. Any time I think there's no point at all, something shifts and I find out that I inadvertently did something right. And, quite frankly, "inadvertent" is the only way I get anything done at all. I can take credit for nothing. An "I am a pen" is probably my truest mantra.”
That’s one hell of a mantra. Pens and brushes and ideas are the stuff - the only stuff - of which immortality is made. And there is little in this “sphere” that is more “inadvertent” than immortality. And if immortality isn’t the goal (and it certainly need not be), then greatness always is. Immortality is only greatness that got noticed. Greatness doesn’t need to be noticed to matter, and irrevocably alter the universe.
By the age of 18, most people have long since relinquished any chance they might have had of achieving that. You? I’m not so sure... Resign yourself to a little loneliness and get on with it
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