July 29, 2008

July 29, 2008 12:17 AM

I’ve been having dreams of crashing waves and galloping white ponies. Awake, the air has been still. The heat constant yet everything seems frozen in time. One way to burst the bubble of despair, delusion, and the accompanying pipe dreams therein is to stop waiting and begin your idea. I have found in my life that there is an incredible wake-up call involved in actually attempting to create something original. It dissolves the ego. It challenges pre-conceived notions of self and desire. Don’t even think about the public reaction. If you need or expect approval, you’ll be eaten alive. The questions of fame and commerce stare you down. The face of indifference avoids even looking at you. Yet you get up and you keep walking. Your frustration and satisfaction become one. They merge and change their shape into a balloon. It soars above you and grows small in the distance as you run after, still gripping the string.