The What Is.11/19/2019 So. Many. Words. Just jumbled up inside of me, pushing and shoving to get out. But where to begin? Sigh. The struggle of a writer. Or any artist or performer really. We have these thoughts. These visions. These images. Ideas. Words. People. Scenes. Energy. They are jumbled up inside our head and sometimes we catch glimpses of them. Shadows, if you will. Then, sometimes… quite suddenly, they start pushing their way to the front and want to get out. It can be chaos. And poor me (us) the writer, the artist, (or whomever) … gets down to the painstaking craft of trying to unlock the door and release the “WHAT IS.” What I mean by the “WHAT IS,” is literally, “What is back there? What is going on? WHAT THE EFF IS ABOUT TO BE UNLEASHED?” It’s the WHAT IS that pushes -- or maybe compels is a more accurate word -- us to make us tell it’s story. Whether it’s through writing, art, music, dance, sports, whatever that WHAT IS is, it aches to escape and needs to get out. Like a horror film, the WHAT IS climbs and claws it’s way through our mind and body to get to the forefront. A thrilling and suspenseful, yet sometimes painful and torturous journey, that keeps us on edge and drives us forward to unleash it’s power. We, as writers/artists/athletes, simply open the door and become the conduit. And sometimes, some of us are brave enough to unleash our WHAT IS to the world. Let me tell you… it is a scary sonofabitch. But, It is a part of our being; a fire within ourselves that somehow moves through our fingers, feet, bodies, or voices. Regardless of the manner -- our bodies are the conduit for the creative force that is within. And sometimes, we do it justice. Other times? Notsomuch. We WANT to. Trust us. We really, really want to do it justice. But sometimes, it escapes us and the WHAT IS doesn’t fully come out, isn’t fully realized, or we simply don’t tell it right. But still. We give it to you. As terrified as we are… And the WHAT IS becomes IT. And IT becomes a part of us. Then… maybe… if we’re lucky…. In some way it becomes a part of you. Sometimes, YOU hate it. And we feel that hate. Ohhhhhhh we feel that hate so deeply. That’s what is so terrifying. But yet… the bravest of us… the ones that can’t quiet the WHAT IS keep going. Keep talking. Keep Writing. Drawing. Singing. Moving. Racing. Creating. For whatever reason, even through the pain, suspense, torture, tears, and fear, that spine-tingling, pulse-racing FEAR… We. Keep. Going. We do it because we must. We keep letting the WHAT IS come out. And we pray… and hope… and dream… each time… That you love and embrace our WHAT IS.
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