I don’t know if I could live in a practical world. Not that I can’t think or make practical decisions, but I’m talking about the way I view everything and the life choices I make. The practical is often safe and the path of least resistance. It’s also the path that requires less imagination and often devoid of passion and devotion. I’m just not built that way. I break the rules of practicality often. I’m not meant to be fit it, but to stand out.
I try to be practical. I try to be rational. I try to be responsible and accountable, but I’m an artist. I’m created to think outside the box, see beyond the frame, wonder and contemplate what’s behind the veil. Curiosity fuels me, imagination propels me, and my thirst to experience the unknown lifts me off the ground, allowing me to soar.
I watch many people around me lose themselves in their daily quests to provide for their basic needs and necessities. Like zombies, they head to fulfilling jobs, going through the motions, floating around and around in the cycles of routine, trying to convince themselves they’re happy; chasing the American Dream. But, what is the true cost? I don’t want to gain the world and lose my soul.
As someone who is working hard to provide a sense a safety and security, looking for ways to provide basic necessities, I have to find a balance between the practical and the mysterious, protecting that wondrous and curious side of me, or it may fall victim, become the sacrifice to the mundane. Too many dreams have been mutilated and murdered to make way for the practical. With their death, often comes the blinders that keep us from seeing the mysteries around us, experiencing the wonder and awe of beautiful creations.
Till next time,