Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within.
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight,
Walls grown around it,
Status quo
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I no longer fear the abyss,
Whether the cave of forbidden dreams
Or the anguish of unrequited love.
I gaze upon the emptiness
Inside of which remains the awareness of
Joyous hopes deep within the stillness.
Life unbroken and strong.
I’ve been following Ms. Millman for sometime and highly recommend her podcast: Design Matters. I’m quite deliberate about making time as soon as I see the update come through on my iPhone. This week she interviews Noah Brier. I remember messing around with his project Brand Tags some time back, though after the interview I see an deeper power to the site that I really hadn’t considered before.
The most important takeaway: that we need to abandon the idea of controlling a brand’s image and identity. We, as professionals, can clearly influence and effect perception, but “control”; no. He points out that, really, it’s the fans, the public that really control, really own a brand. The interactions with customers, fans and critics all play a part in the identity. Reminds me of several discussions over the years where I say “we can’t please everyone. We need to identify who our audience is, focus on them, accept that there will be some un-detractable critics, and move forward.” Not everyone can become a superfan. The more popular a brand, or anything, becomes, the more critics rise. It’s the way of things.
Perfection: my ghost.
Hard: compassion for myself.
Hope: loving thyself.
On the ferry yesterday, my son and I were behind a young woman. While she walked up stairs, she was clearly uncomfortable in her very short-shorts. They were short enough that we could clearly see her lack of undergarments. Her discomfort manifested mainly by her continued pulling the edges of her shorts down. Ironically, that’s what gathered my attention, this continuous motion.
I felt bad for her discomfort. And I wonder, as I’m want to do, how we found ourselves here. Why was she compelled to wear clothes that pushed her comfort levels? Was she trying to be more attractive? Was it an unconscious choice, or conscious only to see the challenges of this fashion (and resultant discomfort) too late?
Of course, we live in as culture where women and girls are supposed to be sexy, but not too sexy. It’s a strange and painful duality.
Life is simply too short to sit back, to let the status quo grind along. I know justice can be broadened, that poverty can be challenged, that predation amongst my fellow humans can be resisted. Small, tiny acts build, flow together, creating a river of growth, of progress. We just must act! Each action, no matter how small, grows, collects, cumulating in the amazing. Do something, stand together, do something else; it’s the path of progress.
Cross lines, I might.
Upon the fracture of
Our mind and random dreams.
Upon this fracture could be
The redemption
Of life, liberty, then head
Into the the dream of soul’s.
Joys embrace.
One of my current frustrations: people groaning about youth. About them taking selfies, too self-centered, too intertwined with their families…I can make this list mammoth, if you so wish. I’ve had the privilege, though, of getting to know a number of teens and early twenty-somethings. And these are great people. I delight in spending time with them. Their energy and enthusiasm are just so damn wonderful. They have ambitions, dreams. They’re deeply talented and CARE about their work.
The universe is in good hands with them. I’m happy.
[Updated to deal with autocorrect brutalities. For a professional writer, this was abysmal.]