I could be outside from daybreak to nightfall in these early October days. I see the season changing going from the green and lush of late summer to the brown and crisp of early fall. The air is sometimes clear from dampness and the sounds are lucid, sounds of leaves and wild rabbits in the woods. Sounds from inside reminding me of years past, of times I thought would never end, times from my youth when there was a larger expanse from fall to Christmas, a vastness that gave me time to absorb it all and appreciate it more. It eludes me now, I am over scheduled with only me to blame in these days of early fall when the woods turn colors and the inner spaces are revealed.
As I think these reflective thoughts that the cool crisp air has caused, I think of the difficulty in life to compare yourself to others, to measure yourself by the progress or regression of other people – especially those fictitious characters you see on the TV screen and the awkward half truth snapshots of your “friends” on social media. I think of this in specific reference to art and the challenge to be original, but it is a generic application. We all have uniqueness, but sometimes we get caught up in the propaganda of this high tech, consumer driven society. I think of people like Beatrice Potter and Vincent van Gogh who lived in isolation by today’s standards and the work they produced and the people they were – totally unique. I wonder how dishonest their art would have been had they lived now amongst all the pressure and illusion of what is real. To look inside and discover ourselves is so difficult with all of the false intrusions.
“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ”
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”
e.e. cummings 1955
just a few things to ponder – the media is ever present and can be so very damaging.