I am changing as the world changes. My world kaleidoscopes inward, spiraling smaller and smaller. Some days, it scares me. Some days, I’m content.
Lately, I find little desire to create. The art I made before holds little meaning or the kind of depth this changing requires. Some days that scares me. Some days, I’m content.
What soothed and distracted me before has lost its power. I am left alone with my brain—the labyrinths and dark pits. Some days they scare me. Some days, I’m content.
I need a new banner, a new battle cry, because this—all this—feels like a battle. But more like the battle a chick wages to emerge from her egg shell. Something new is being birthed—in me, in the country, in the world.
I can’t choose between these two:
Never give Up. Never Surrender. —”Galaxy Quest”
Oh, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in ‘t! —William Shakespeare
So, I choose both—the common sourced from silliness and the erudite sourced from genius. Something new will shake out from their pairing, something with flavors of fear and acceptance, I’ll wager.
And I am willing. Still on the Adventure.
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