There is no fame. It’s all made up. There is no money. It’s all made up. There is no status. It’s all made up. But there is you. There is me. There is us. Anything else is an illusion. There is a link between you and me. And there are links between us and them. Until we realize that they are us and us is them, fame, money, status are all illusions. Something deep inside of us connects us. Some call it God, some call it soul, some call it spirit. Let that be apparent and let the illusions disappear.
I still remember my first Christmas in 1995 when I arrived in the US. I received so many presents, mostly toys, that I felt like I was in heaven. It seems like as I get older each year I want fewer and fewer things for Christmas.
I started this piece by randomly making marks with lines until I realized that what I was drawing was a profile of a person. I don’t know if it’s a man or a woman. I don’t think it really matters. Might as well be a banana duct taped to a wall.
I want to start drawing again and rediscover my creative side. I want to apply the same approach as I did with writing. No judgments, just draw.
I’ve been staring at the computer screen for about 15 minutes trying to think of what to write for my first post on this website. Nothing and everything comes to mind. I think it’s what people call all-or-nothing thinking. I’m good at that.