We Have to Do This

We all fashion worlds of aesthetic magic. No one is excluded from this phenomenon. All of us are creators. All of us have stories to tell.

I hardly notice the art most people create of their lives, because I recognize and praise a few so greatly that I am distracted by the grandeur I make of them. I see their work as a nobility.

And it is. Not because it glows in the limelight of my conscious recognition, however. Not because of the way they brilliantly mastered form. Not because they were genius enough to have invented beauty. As if anyone can take credit for what is already so prolific in the universe around us. No - the nobility comes from the courage...the willingness. To bring back to mind all the pain. To stare down grief and death and hatred, right in the eyes. To not look away.

We don't do this because of our genius or our brilliance or our specialness. We have to do this. Engage in a fight to restore our own lives, remember our joy again. Receive life as a gift. A healing.



Everyone who is still breathing has this nobility to offer the world. At least a little bit. This is just what we do. (And, I think, it's even better if we do it together).

I am working to be happy with just that.