Art in Motion

You are exceptional.
A thing of real beauty.
Even a work of art.
     Living, breathing-- art in motion.
     Deciding who to be and where to go and when and why.
Where you are at this very moment is because of those things.
You have potential.
     You know you do.
          To be brilliant, extraordinary, breath-taking.

The way you think is rare.
Your care and love are treasures.
     Special.
     Specific to you.

This world is big in size, big in scope.
But in terms of its composition, it's formed of billions of you's.
     Individuals.
          With ideals and dreams and hurts and hunger.
They are here with you.
With you on purpose.

Move.
Act.
Go.
Be.

You have it in you.
You've had it all along.
The world needs your goodness.
It needs laughter and life, and it's within your capabilities to give that to them.
In your being, deep inside, lies untold amounts of beauty that are perfect for showing those billions of you'd just what they've yearned for for millennia.

No one is,
Has been,
Will be like you.

None could ever give what you can.
     You matter.
     "Important" isn't even it.
          Vital.

Your action here is crucial to the existence of humanity itself, life as we know it.
     So, live.

Where's that Inspiration?

To write is to think, and to think feel, and that I've been trying to conceal. My heart is heavy and my mind uneasy, and there are very few to whom I may reveal the truth and the weight of the things I carry, the stories I hold, and the lives that so very greatly have moved me, molded me, and changed me to be soft and harder, loud and softer, 

disguised, 

barely, 

still me. 

Few places I’ve been, few faces I’ve seen, have shown me, outside of this, there’s something that really means more. It means life, means food, means family and love, and it’s simpler than government and politics, and a handout line, and a group, and a conference, and a stage that shines, and a song, and a city and a “someday dream.” 

Everything can change, and it begins with me. And it starts with you. And together that us can change, and we can grow. Together or apart we are still us, and life is still happening, and Africa is still there. So use me, or go, but don’t forget that my growth and yours matter. 

They change it.

We do.