World Shifter

Behind our lives there’s another. You’re living this one, that’s fine, but at times your rhythm’s just out. Sure, this is the one you’ve been playing but behind you there’s another stalking you. It’s a parallel world slightly to your left.


That’s why we like radicals; they’re running parallel, achieving just what we thought we couldn’t. You know the feeling, you’re almost there but you just don’t nail it. They suddenly appear from nowhere like a character from a dream, and make it real.

When someone steps out from the edge with a focused intent and pulls it off, it takes the whole game to a new level. It’s the whole four minute mile thing. Before that it sat on the other side of the universe in myth and legend. It could always be done, it just needed a radical to blaze the way.

I’m struggling with this climb, it’s just getting me and spitting me off. From the distance approaches a creature with alien strength, and nails it first time. Why didn’t I see it? Suddenly I’m in the presence of greatness, something just changed and the world shifted; my world. It was always there, I was just missing it.

It’s a world shift, nothing remains the same.

Suddenly you realise that the way it’s done, is done!

Artists Need Critics

Artists need a critic. It pushes and drives them on to refine, improve and develop their art. Of course they’re tortured, it’s meant that way. It’s a wrestle.


The trick comes in keeping the critic in check. At some point you have to put your critic aside and get your work out there.

When you’re doing your stuff, don’t forget to ship.

Tussle

Life is no TV dinner.

The road that way becomes too soft.

It’s not a model quest.

Great sages carry their scars.

Their symbols and dreams they bare.

The battle rages wildly within.

Safety’s fine, but this one comes with gravity.

It’s wearing us out.

But that’s the point.

It makes us wise.

Of course we’re tired, it’s meant that way.

Life whispers “perfect”.