A World In My Mind

It never ceases to amaze and inspire me how the tiniest event or gesture can have a ripple effect and turn epic. Each and every one of us has a voice and a special purpose. Maybe I am getting older (Since 30 is far beyond the popular medias' definition of young.) or maybe I am simply maturing. It seems as though I have lost touch with the movements of the young. The feeling that all things are possible has somehow lessened over time. Having children and being responsible for them in every way. A loss of freedom and spontaneous gratification seems overwhelming at times. And then someone smiles at me or asks how I am. The trapped feeling lessens because I am reminded that I am making the right decisions. I am living right, and my family is healthy and safe and we have a home to relax and enjoy ourselves in. I used to imagine that I was all alone and that no one anywhere understood why I was un-happy. Then I realized that there are literally millions of people who feel this way. And I wasn't un-happy, I was un-grateful. A butterfly doesn't cry even knowing that it's time is short. It flies and goes about the instinctual tasks that it needs to do to survive. Small gestures really do make a difference. If, as an artist, I can illustrate or accentuate these moments and events so that people can see them and feel as if someone has just smiled at them, then I am happy. I want to embrace the small things in life and put aside the constant hum of the TV, radio, traffic and politics. We will all have to deal with the outcome of all of these things soon enough. As far as getting older, bring it on!