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share the depth of my soul share the depth of my soul I start at an escalator it is going down. There is a sign over head, "to the soul," it is a red sign with white letters. Almost like a stop sign onyl rectangular. I approach the escalator and look down. There is an empty blackness as the revolving staircase travels downward and downward. Almost like moving towards the bottom of the ocean. I am traveling downard. There is nothign for a little while. Flashes of light beam in and out. - As I go down it is not what I see but what I feel. Everything around me except for the flashes of light is black. Deep meloncholy, reserved. But there are feelings. Sadness like a blanket wraps itsself around me as I travel down. Down. DOWN. "You there, yes you! An old man sits on a cloud of light, he has a white beard. He is an old jewish man. "I regret coming down here." He breathes his last breath, falls through the cloud of light. Into the dark abyss. I keep travel...
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One Opposite / Invoking the Muse

IDEAS FOR POST: BUSINESS ME SPIRITUAL ME HOLISTIC ME SUSTAINABILITY ME DEPRESSION ME NO MOTIVATION ME LACK OF ENERGY ME   INVISIBLE ME HOW DO I GET STARTED: There really isn't a way for me to invoke the muse on this Epic Journey. I am not Homer, I am not John Milton, and I am certainly not Tolkein.  What if people really could invoke the muse? A muse? Any random person on the street just come up to me and tell me how to live my life. Tell me how to write a blog post that people will want to read. All I have are the invisible forces in my brain telling me not to do it. That I am not good enough to write. Not good enough to take photos. Not good enough to let the world know that I am here. That my words, in an ocean of voices, actually matters. Perhaps, its my dream of being unique, special,  and different. On the other hand, its my dream of not being seen at all, mysterious, a tragic artist.  OH MUSE, JUST GET IN ...