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Thursday, April 10, 2003

why do people paint, or draw, sing, act, and direct. does it provide a sense of satisfaction? is it a job or something he/she just enjoys doing, or both? is there an outward desire to share a thought, idea, moment, or whatever that is expressed through this medium of art. or maybe it's just a sense of release and that ends up being a by-product. maybe it's not just art but whatever it that people "do". i guess its a combination of things, luck, necessity, fate, desire, circumstance. we do the things we do in life to satisfy number 1, you. to make you happy and to provide for your needs. those needs whether in you or those around you originate from a need that you create. it has to be something you want if you are going to make it work. but there are times in life where it feel like you lose control. where its more of life controlling you rather than the other away around. its like there's almost an unbalancing of things and you lose it. too much circumstance and not enough desire. you do things in life because you have to and never anymore because you want to. everyday I tell myself I want to find a way to share my thoughts and ideas with other people. and sometimes I think the only way is if I do it to the masses. but maybe its more like one person at a time. its good to have something you believe in, it's like you always want to get it out and share. I do that I know, to my friends and family...steph. but is that enough for me? most of the time I say yeah, because it ain't really about changing the world just yours, the important parts. but mainly I just want to find people who will listen first. people who are open to ideas, and who will share with you. I've met people like that throughout my life...some in stages of life others just in moments and those that came along and never went away. they all have their varying place tucked away in my memory. the right setting, the right mindset, the right idea...the idea that screams me...the thing I find easiest to talk about.

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