Perhaps it’s my cynical nature, but during these uncertain times it reminds me why humans take risks.
It’s a scary concept to step forward and not know if your flip-flop will find solid metaphorical ground.
Ask a girl out? She might say no… A no response being a deeply personal rejection.What? Am I ugly?
My point is inclusive, I can only view a life moment with clarity from my own experiences.
And I never understood the pursuit narrative.
Since I have time to stay-in-place, I think. I write. I have a question. I think it a great question.
What’s the best moment of your life? (Consider that moment… I’ll come back to the question.)
From an artistic point of view, to me, it’s understanding your voice.
It’s the cadence from a poem.
It’s the joy of writing a thoughtful short story.
Or, it’s the creative journey to write a meaningful novel.
Voice allows a freedom I cannot define, it’s a simple feeling that you have to seek.
And if you discover it, you’ll try to never let it disappear. It’s a universal magic.
I’ll go back to my question, what’s the best moment of your life?
Let me guess?
Another human being says this, “I love you.”Or, you tell another human being, “I love you.”
It’s the most powerful voice you’ll ever hear inside or outside your mind.
I guess that’s my Tuesday in lockdown thinking.