Wind

The Inability to speak to each other enlightens a new sense. To hear the sound of silence.

All the people I have ever loved and hated. Misunderstandings and Recognitions. Hackneyed pop culture. All sitting in an audience in front of me. Except the ones who really know me. They share my stage: in suffering and in glory.

A band of teenagers playing his part in the showcase of one's life no one told.

Music starts playing from the speakers, but no one is playing their instrument. A recording of broken hearts and shattered dreams.

The piano is still, though the heart of the pianist suggests other wise. The guitar is motion less, while the tears stream steady and sound. It is like this with the drums and the bass. They are merely a visual spectacle of the symbolism of death.

I cry and I cry, but in silence. Needless to say that one's life flashing is a flash of people's faces. Faces of the people you've loved and hated. But when they are all sitting in front of you, Silent and in Tears, words are a distraction. Cry my beloved.

And in the climax of the collective noise, No One is lost nor confused about the meaning of their lives nor the purpose of the seat they have chosen to take. Listen my beloved.

Too much of my ego has broken the people around me. Only in an unadulterated darkness can I be set free.

Can I let others free?

Always in Silence

Artistic Discipline

The image of a creative discplinarian just doesn't suit well with most of our imaginations. Perhaps it's the trait of spontaneity that seemingly contradicts the organizational and time-management skills that oh so many business kids seem to desire. Aritistic Discipline: a paradox of our times.

But who do you believe is the most artistic person in the world? Ask any artist of any sort, I think they will be the first ones to admit that their creativity is only a masking of countless hours of practice and discipline. Nike, Adidas, Puma. So many, athlete's wear companies exploit the discpline and the perseverence of an athlete as a brilliant marketing ploy. Impossible is nothing. While the consensus is that the artists are 3.am umemployed freelancers, pseudo geniuses that creates random cycles of so-called-"art" (except maybe pianists haha)

But this couldn't possibly be more false. The free-est person ever to sing, write, paint, act etc... They are not the men of lethargic creativity, rather they are the men who have suffered, persevered, and endured.

I want to be free, but freedom is not to 'do whatever you want'. It must not be eloquently masked in "Live for Today" nor "Just do what makes us happy". Fr. Barron once said: Freedom is not merely a choice nor self-determination, freedom is the discipling of desires so as to make the achievement of the good first possible and then effortless. Discipline does not limit one's freedom, but awkens freedom. Law is not an afront to freedom, but a ground to freedom.

Freedom is my hope and freedom is my purpose. Today, I find freedom in the discpling of my desires as I look forward to what lies ahead. Challenge me, then I will respond, and eventually, effortlessly.