dream a little dream
How many art projects were born in 2020?
How many works of passion were abandoned in 2021?
Forgotten.
Well not forgotten, just casually pushed to the backs of our minds, looming. Popping up every now and then. Reminding us of broken promises.
To me, these abandoned works feel a little bit like self-betrayal.
Betray feels like a strong word here, but “be disloyal to” is a definition of the verb. Disloyal means, “(of an action, speech or thought ) demonstrating a lack of loyalty.” And loyal is defined as, “giving or showing firm and constant support or allegiance to a person or institution.” So, betrayal is quite fitting actually.
These are the thoughts that trot through my mind as I sit here staring at the wall. Pondering how I could tidy that shelf up a bit and snap a photo and post that photo on instagram and get back to being active on sydvicious.
Sydvicious is a creative outlet I found earlier this year. It’s not dead. Just deep in the back of the garage and in need of some serious dusting.
It’s crazy how a simple dust or deep clean can keep us from living our wildest dreams.
We crave something much more theatrical, like a near death experience to light a fire under our asses and shove us towards living our lives.
Really living.
If money didn’t matter and you could do anything in the world, what would you do?
If you survived a should’ve been fatal car accident and quickly awakened to the truth that life is fucking short, what would you do?
What would you change?
How would you live?
Why does it seem like we’re programmed to wait until something tragic happens to do something about this truth?
What keeps us stuck?
We keep ourselves stuck.
We get in our own way.
We’re the dude at the traffic light who’s on their phone texting and doesn’t notice that the light turned green. He looks up just in time to see it turn from yellow to red again.
GREEN MEANS GO DUDE!
Imagine people getting pissed off screaming and yelling and honking at you, giving you the finger as they pass by because you’re not living your life to its fullest potential.
I fucking wish that would happen in real life. That sounds like motivation for change.
Inspiration to jump.
Trust. To know, not that you won’t fall, but if you do it’ll be ok.
What would it feel like
What would it look like
What would it be like
to give firm and constant support to yourself and your dreams? In action, in speech, and in thought?
To be loyal to yourself and your dharma.
Your sacred work.
Your true nature.
Your essence.
Oh dream a little dream…won’t you?
