Art of disruption
When they get their boxes smashed and their insulators dismantled until they had no other option but to imagine a totally new tomorrow.
It’s possible to die a sort of death at the other end of the spectrum.
Success, security, abundance can lead to boredom, a numbing predictability, a paralyzing indifference that comes from being too comfortable.
Art of honesty
Pain has a way of making us more honest.
To stop pretending and posing and acting, we have to suffer.
And then we suffer. There’s disruption, and our boxes get smashed and the insulators are removed and the pretense is shattered and the “empty place” inside of us open up.
ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT.
That’s what great artists do. This is what great people do. They ask it. They say it. They express it. They put in words what so many others are thinking and feeling and wondering.
But suffering, suffering unites.
Art of elimination
Removing clutter, excess, all the superfluous elements.
Mark Twain said that if he’d had more time, he would have less. Michaelangelo said that his David was in the stone clamouring to be freed.
Suffering. It compels us to eliminate the unnecessary, the trivial, the superficial.
There is greatness in you. Courage. Desire. Integrity. Virtue. Compassion. Dignity. Loyalty. Love. It’s in there – somewhere. It’s in there.
YOU CAN OWN SOMETHING AND NOT POSSESS IT. YOU CAN POSSESS SOMETHING AND NOT OWN IT.
Having nothing, yet possessing everything. When we suffer, we become open to the mercy and grace and gratitude and gift and appreciation and joy that are always around us all the time, even in a sandwich.
Art of failure
Because that’s where the spirit enters.
Opportunity to grow, expand, evolve, learn.
Tuned in to the thousands upon thousands of gifts we are surrounded with every single moment of every single day.
How? All the blood, sweat and tears have meaning. I reuse, reshape, recast all that goes wrong that in the end nothing is wasted and nothing is without significance and nothing ceases to be precious to me.