(1) Bunch of Hope

July 21, 2014

Sometimes you feel down or fall down. Sometimes everything is pretty darn fine. I usually move quickly between the two spectrums. (see-saw see-saw squeek squeek)

It rained a lot this weekend and I bet you five dollars that a lot of mushrooms will pop up soon. You see they have been waiting. They have been waiting under the earth for the right amount of moisture and humidity. They were waiting until things felt just right and they had been fed and then they will burst forth from the dark rich soil and make the most of their day.

That is how I want to be. I want to strike hard while I have youth left and energy and half a head of hair. I want to make the most of it all. I want to leave my mark on this little speck of Earth I call home. (speck of land floating around the sun in the middle of nothing!)

I had a little boy ask me last week ask my why I dont have a television set. I told him that I wanted to spend what time I have trying to make what I was supposed to make. I could be wrong, but I believe I was given a voice and a message and I want to speak with it (art visions) while I still have breath. Maybe one day he will understand my ramblings.

What if I only have two years? — or even if i live to 98. I want to make and offer and create as much as I can. I dont really know why i think like this but it seems so important. Life and beauty are fleeting things– gone with the wind they do say. Planes fall from the sky unexpectedly. A sudden war wipes out a town. The Earth opens up and swallows us whole. I want to enjoy this world and the ones I love in it before the sun sets. I only ask that you allow me this. Even if you don’t grant me your blessing I will make this my goal – to make and share and try my best to be full of love. It is a difficult thing to accomplish and I feel I am terribly overwhelemed but as Mr. Harrison once said, ” Here comes the sun, it’s all right.”

– kyle