The same feeling I get when I hear a great song is the same one I get when I see a great movie or read a piece of literature that moves me in some way (from the intelligent like John Irving or David Deida to the mundane like a magazine or online article). All of it comes from the same place, everything that I do, see or feel that moves me, comes from that place. The only problem is that place is not always appropriate for public consumption. The problem with that is my life isn’t revolving around those things. That whole live your dash or the Greeks who used to ask when a man died, “Did he have passion?”
Well, I have passion but I’m just not living it right now and THAT is driving me crazy! How can I get to that place and stay there? How can I do that on a regular basis and still be fit for society?
It goes beyond that. The things I love and the things I love to do can often be seen and often are singular pursuits. I can’t make music but I love listening to it, all day, every day. My tastes are not what most people listen to so I often listen to what I listen to alone and sometimes with headphones on. I love cooking and I love creating, I don’t care if it’s something I’ve never made before, I feel better when people are watching me. I feel better cooking for myself as well as other people. My significant other shared with me a quote from the movie “Into the Wild”, “Happiness is only real when it’s shared.” How can I meld my needs, wants and desires with my need, want and desire to involve more people in my life and live a passionate life…?
A sleepless night tonight brought up so many hit songs to my head, one by Orleans, one by Johnny Rivers, some by Del Shannon, more than a few by Dion and the Belmonts, even more by Buddy Holly and the Crickets but the last one is the one I’ll sign off with…
Tags: John Irving, David Deida, Orleans, Dance With Me, Johnny Rivers, Slow Dancing, Del Shannon, Dion and the Belmonts, Buddy Holly and the Crickets, Michael Jackson, Farewell My Summer Love, Into the Wild, Happiness is only real when it's shared
