I want to feel every great feeling, and to live an inspired life. We are so far from living inspirational lives, mired down by the drudgery of work life and held in check by the will of others who lord over us in the hierarchy, and make us their slaves, when they are slaves too- that there is seldom time for adventure, in the way of going on a trip to some far away place, or even a near place, or doing anything at all, when the work wage is required for our very survival and existence.
I spend my time counting the time, as it were.
It takes all of our time! We spend the work week doing time like prisoners, and then on the weekends, spend them preparing for the next week, where we will have little time for much other than work. Running errands to the stores, doing our laundry- that is what we do in our spare time. It is the burden of time, when much of it is stolen from me, that I cannot stomach. This matters not, I waste what little spare time I do have anyway. But, I wish I had more to waste. When I’m not creating or living an inspired experience, I’m flitting and tittering in a chair wringing my hands.
I shall not labor here in my first blog entry to go into all the problems which exist between people and our freedom. That would take an entire book, or group of books in itself, and I have no goal to elaborate in this post on my ideal or ideas about freedom- that which doesn’t and has never existed- yes, that ideal.
However, in these modern times, there is one way of life which I find to be the best and most free of all possible lives lived- that of the original artist. The creative man, who works with what inspires him, and is able to make his living off of it. Whether the musician, or painter, or filmmaker, or writer- whatever the calling of the man- for all artists, the real ones, are called to be so- and it is intrinsic of who he is. If successful, the artist can travel with his work, can make money on royalty, can do good work for a period and make enough to live on for another period. Can pursue his vocation and his interests that was born in him, rather than some job far away from his natural proclivity or interests. A success! means coming closer to my ideal of freedom. And a failure, being a slave till the end.
I must be honest here. The path of the artist is not one meant for most. And the ships of others are wrecked and sunk along the way. It is very rare for an artist to make much money- the rare exception to the rule is what I reference here.
It is my goal, assuredly, to make my life the arts. To take the difficult task into my own hands. Creating movies, and my literature, and all things which excite me- instead of the humdrum monotony of daily rigor. I wish to travel and see the world! I wish to speak and be heard. I want to ride on lightning and crash with the thunder! In essence, I want the freedom to make my life something worthy of a life.