Sometimes the sense of being lost and adrift is so profound it is as though a giant hand prevents me from getting out of bed. What am I supposed to be doing with my life? Surely I’m not meant to be a graphic artist forever. I have this nagging sense that I am almost at a point where I can get a perspective on myself, a place of focus where I can see how all my interests, talents and desires mesh together. I’m also visited by this feeling of having to get Out There, like whatever I need is happening outside my world.
I guess I’ve started to realize that there’s not going to be a magical qualitative shift at some point in my life. You know, you just get older, and you know more, and you do whatever it is that you do… and is that good enough? What else can you do?I wish I could say I was close to seeing that perspective on myself that you describe.
Vision is that power that sustains.But how does one get vision? Its by opening up the eyes of your heart.
4 me sometimes easier said than done….
Drey, this is Dave. It occurred to me, as I read your comment, that so much inspiration is just outside your window, I’m not saying you’re missing it, but it’s staggering how easy it is to miss the beauty. The scene outside is evocative, and hints at the smell of fresh, warm air, plants growing, birds singing… you can smell that life just outside the window. I’m not sure about the weather you live with where you are, but here we’re just getting the first hints of spring as the snow melts away, and the first tenative sprouts poke their way through the earth. Sometimes that’s enough to help me appreciate things as they are.
I know three Daves now and I have to kind of guess who is writing based on their style. I’m going to guess that the last comment is from Chub Creek Dave as opposed to best friend Dave.