Posts Tagged ‘Personal’

Am I “The Starving Artist”?!

// December 22nd, 2009 // No Comments » // Personal

A starving artist, living in a loft apartment/studio, always working, creating wondrous works of art, staying up late, sleeping off and on throughout the day. Like a mad scientist on the brink of the next greatest scientific discovery. Always focused on the end result of the creation, never taking his eyes off of it long enough to face that he is alone and truly unfulfilled.

He receives praise from the public for his work. There are exhibitions displaying his work, he makes his appearance, and then he’s back to the lair. If he stays busy enough he won’t have to face reality and the loneliness that he wears like a wet suit, so close and almost a part of his very being. The busier he stays, the opportunity he has for dealing with past hurts or for having to explain and face his emotions is drastically decreased. Always lying to himself and saying “I’ll make time for a social life tomorrow” but that tomorrow never comes. He’s slowly become an introvert. A drastic difference from the once outgoing socialite he was.

When he leaves the hideout he barely recognizes what’s become of the outside world. So much has changed while he’s been tucked away in the safety of his padded and protected world. He doesn’t stay out long. He’s too vulnerable while outside of the protection of his work. While he’s out he thinks he is part of the “real world”. He plays the role, bumping elbows with the right people, making appearances when and where necessary. However, internally he longs for the comfort of his work. He longs to be behind closed doors preoccupied with anything that can keep his mind off of the past, the present, and where he’ll be in the near or distant future.

He’s good at certain things and focuses all of his energy on that. He wants to continue to excel at these things. Why try things that you don’t do well at?! Consistency does not count when failure is the repeated outcome. He just remains focused… focused… focused… Focused on everything but the things which truly matters. He’s living with an escape, day and night. It truly comforts him as a blanket and the warmth of a fireplace does one in the cold of winter. Honestly, the cold of winter is what he walks in daily, minute by minute. It’s so cold, he’s become numb and can’t see the slow decay that the frostbite is causing to the delicate tissue of his personality, emotional state, and his very soul… eventually working its way from the inside out devouring his very physical being.

Is it a dream or a reality?! I hope I wake up soon from this deadly slumber… I toss and turn, determined to break this cycle, hoping to never rest in this coffin of complacency and solitude again. The destiny of this type of existence is to die alone… Wake up…

Until next time…

I’m being repurposed…

// October 16th, 2009 // 6 Comments » // Personal, Photo

I don’t know how else to say it…

Repurposed

“Oh I got my hands up to take your aim,
Yes I’m ready,
There aint nothing that we can’t go through,
Oh and hit me like a hurricane,
When you left me,
But I’d do it all again for you,
I’d would walk a thousand miles on broken glass,
It won’t stop me,
From making my way back to you,
It’s not real until,
You feel the pain,
And nothing ever hurt like you…”

– James Morrison / Nothing Ever Hurt Like You

I’ve been through a lot the past 3 years. I’ve taken on burdens that were not mine to carry. I’ve realized that I hadn’t forgiven myself for some things in the past. I’ve also recognized that I have made some pretty unfortunate decisions many times over based on fears from my past. So, basically I have put myself into this whirlwind of self-destruction that has not only negatively affected those around me, but has completely devastated me in the process.

I’ve been to the highest of highs and I’ve been to what I thought were the lowest of lows until 46 days ago. I was forced to take a long hard look at myself, what I was doing, and who I was doing it for. The unfortunate thing is that it had to eventually and finally cost me something that you can’t put a price tag on. There aren’t enough “dollars and cents” in this cruel world that can replace the things I have destroyed by my own two hands. What I used to think was a large amount of debt, a looming mortgage, or a struggle to make ends meet will never compare to the cost I have paid in my life because of my own fear-driven mistakes.

I’ve been broken before… Hell, who hasn’t. But, I’ve put the pieces back together so many times and tried to basically be the same –me– that I was before the last fall so many times that this time I have finally realized that there aren’t enough pieces to even fashion a sinfully ugly resemblance of what I used to be or know in my heart that I can and want to be. No, this time, I’m just going to be broken for a while…

I’ve done a lot of soul searching, sought the counsel of others, read online and offline materials, cried out to God, wept like a little school girl, and have finally realized that it is time for me to get out of the way and allow myself to be “repurposed”. I have discovered that I have tried to take 100% of the blame for certain situations. I have taken on responsibilities that were not mine to bear. I haven’t communicated properly with others. I have worked, hard, only to realize that I was becoming enslaved to a lifestyle that I thought everyone would appreciate and enjoy, and boy was I wrong… Dead Wrong!

I have grieved the past 46 days. I have actually felt the emotion of “grief” and I can honestly say this: If I have ever grieved before in my life, it was never like this or for this long. Some may not believe that, but I have felt the biggest void in the upper left portion of my chest than I believe I have ever felt in my whole life. I can only imagine it is so heavy because everything I have been running from, through, over, and under from the past 3 years was finally dumped on me all at one time… It hit me like a ton of bricks. It hit me so hard I haven’t been able to get up… And, you know what?! I don’t want to… not yet…

As much pain as I have had to face lately, I have also been able to just lay here… refocus… see the error in my ways… pinpoint where I have been on the wrong path… My eyes have so been open to things I never knew could even exist in a person, much less “perfect little” me, or so I thought…

I’ve seen selfishness when I thought I was a very caring and giving person… I’ve seen where I have rejected people and caused them to emotionally disconnect… I’ve seen where I have made numerous knee-jerk decisions out of past fears… I have asked for forgiveness from others but carried guilt around like a plow buried deep within the earth… I’ve asked others for forgiveness but couldn’t forgive myself… and, if I can’t forgive myself, how can I ever expect to really “walk away from”, or deal with these things that continue to plague me and entrap me in this vicious circle of self-destructive behavior?!

So, I’m done… I’m through being me… I should say, I’m through being the old me. My true core will still be intact, but the way I walk the rest of this life I’ve been blessed with will be in a totally different manner and a totally different direction. I never thought I could get so close to what I had hoped and dreamed of for so long, yet had screwed up time and time again, only to let it slip through my hands once more for the same selfish, fear-based reasons… I’m done… My eyes have been opened and I will never see things the same way again… I just can’t…

–So, a quick recap and then some good news for those of you that have made it this far:

Am I hurt?! Oh yeah! Have I poured out my heart on deaf ears?! I’m afraid I have… Have I made and admitted mistakes?! You bet!!! Did I bring this on myself?! In whole or in large part, YES!!!

Good Part: From now on, this blog will be for the positive advances of my life! They my be truthful and a little touchy for me, and you, but I hope that the way I am coping and dealing with my situation will encourage others to at least take a brief moment to inspect themselves as I am looking in the mirror at myself.

I have an anonymous place to express my heart cries now. This will be the last post that will probably go as deep as this one, at  least on a personal level like this. So, I hope you’ll come back, read some more of my “relentless rambling” about personal type things as well as any other posts I will be posting related to photography, music, technology, etc.

So, consider yourselves saved! You’ve read a very “high-level” view of the last 46 days of my life. And, guess what! I’ll have good days from here on out and I’ll have some rougher days, I’m sure. But, I am preparing myself to not only better handle those situations, but to strive to be the best person I can be from this point forward and better respond to and quickly work to make changes to any mistakes I will make along the way…

In closing, I apologize to anyone and everyone who has been caught up in this violent storm that has been my life the over last few years. Nobody deserved to be involved or affected by it. None of y’all could have ever seen the past happenings coming, least of all me… So, let’s all make the most of this day forward!

Until next time…

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I have no idea why… Why today?!

// October 12th, 2009 // No Comments » // Personal, Photo

The Strangest Thing...

I made my bed today. While it may seem like a very normal thing to most of you, I have really never seen the point in it. I have never been able to justify making a bed up completely. It’s always seemed like a waste of time to me before. “Make up the bed with all the accent pillows so you can mess it all up again in a few hours” has been my mentality when it comes to making the bed up until today…

Why today?! I have no idea…

Today is October 12th, 2009. Does the date have any significance to me?! Not that I am aware of… But, I honestly think it was something that I witnessed yesterday that may have finally christened my ship and allowed me to, if not set sail, at least prepare to push back from the dock… slowlyvery slowly

This “event/thing/whatever” that I witnessed wasn’t anything that I didn’t already know. It wasn’t anything that I hadn’t already sensed, believed, or felt deep within my soul. I guess just being an actual witness to the “crime/accident” may have been the final “twist of the knife”, so to say?

And, when I say “crime/accident”, please know that nothing wrong was done by anyone. It’s just a metaphor. There was no crime, accident, or any wrong doing on anyone’s part that occurred yesterday. I guess something was just visibly made known to me. Like, it was no longer just an “I wonder if…” scenario but had now become reality.

So, why did I make my bed up today?! I honestly don’t know… Could someone else have done it better?! I promise you! It was just weird to me when I walked into my bedroom this evening and noticed that I had made the bed. Yes, I remember making the bed. I just didn’t think anything of it during the process, I guess. It just kind of struck me funny when I saw it this evening while cruising through the house…

I suppose it’s just another sign of positive changes starting to manifest themselves in my life. “Baby steps”, “One step at a time”, “whatever you want to call it”, it was just out of the ordinary for me. Do I need to do it?! Sure! Why not?! Does it really matter in the grand scheme of things?! Honestly, not to me… but, to someone it might… and you may never know how much.

As stupid sounding and meaningless as this post may seem, I’d like to encourage you to take the time to think about those in your life and the little things they appreciate. Those things may mean nothing to you. But, the happiness you may bring to them by doing the “small things” could just make all the difference… in your life as much as theirs.

It’s just one thing (out of a million) I’ve learned recently. If people know that you care, show it, and your heart is in it for the right reasons, they’re more apt to care and show affection towards you as well as give you their attention in areas that you are passionate or picky about (like making the bed up with all the pillows on it every day).

Just remember, it’s the small things… the simple things… and, most of the time, the easiest things…

Until next time…