The View From Here

I’ve just come home and immediately wanted to decompress my mind from the handcuffs of robotic movements inside of a building that I call work. Wash, rinse, and repeat is the cycle every day during the time that I’ve traded for money doing the most mundane physical activity of which I can currently think. I know now what adults were tired of when I was a little grasshopper, it’s this – the feeling that I’m feeling now; the sense that there has to be more, there has to be a better way.

The difference between most of them and some of us out there is that sure, we recognize the problem, and where we differ is that we’re doing something about it, now. Not in five minutes, not tomorrow or next month, but now. I daydream when I wake up, on my way to work and while working, so much so that I carry a tiny notepad and pen (appropriate weapons)  for ideas and plans for escape. My mind is consumed with art and ideas interchangeably throughout both waking hours, and night’s slumber while my heart is heavy with the desire to create.

Emerging from this dream of illusion and societal standards, I know that I’m not the only one who feels this inner awakening. I yearn confirmation that this has always been a ruse, and there is freedom from settling for “good enough.” We are more aren’t we?

Onward and upward we go!!