we are what we believe,
just as we do what
we think we can -
and are limited
by what we think we cannot -
between the ears
is our sticking point;
it is where we let fear
erode the mind,
paralyzing our dreams -
we are capable of more,
so much more
Tag: thoughts
Nothing
I am nothing - though I know who I am - I tell the mirror I am small, a mere piece of a much larger machine, not quite essential - I just am, as we all are - though some have major talents, higher callings, better marketing - at our root we all just are so in the mirror I remind myself: I am nothing, that is important.
Labels
is it art if it is not consumed by others; if it is not seen by the public, how can it breathe? is it just a hobby; another form of work; is it play? what if it soothes, healing troubled minds? what if it inspires, sets fire to hair and moves us, but remains unknown? what if we didn't feel compelled - this insufferable need - to attach labels to all things? what if everything just was requiring no label to give it life, to define it, to provide meaning - how would we hate then?