I wonder what it is about being at work that makes me want to write. Seriously. I sit in my office with a thousand ideas floating in my head – I go home and get nada. Nothing. Not a thought or whim. It’s bizarre where inspiration can be found, and for me, it is usually when there is no instrument with which to mark it down. For instance – I was at the final U2 360 concert this past weekend. I was floored. If you could bottle up inspiration, creativity, and altruism together and unleash onto a crowd you may have a close approximation of what it was like. It was inspiring in several ways. It inspires me to want to follow through with my dreams, to do more for what I perceive is a global community, and to expand my horizons ever more.
I’m listening to Loreena McKennitt right now – The Highwayman. You can picture each scene in your mind, see the man, feel the hurt…I want to be that creative. I want to delve deep into a persons psyche and make them feel things they didn’t believe they could. That’s what music does to me – it digs deep and pulls out the emotions I had forgotten were there.
Once upon a time I believed in everything. I believed unicorns were real and if I tried hard enough I may live to see one. I believed in dragons, faeries, werewolves and everything else imaginable. Then, one day, I was told to grow up. I was told none of it was real, that it was make believe and that I would never ever see any of it. I had my spirit shredded and my hope cast away. But you know what. They are real, and we see them everyday. They are in the hearts of children, the ink of a writer, the colours of an artist, the breath of an actor. Fantastical creatures do exist. Maybe not in the sense you think of, but they are there. When I was young I used to look at the figure of a unicorn and feel alive. I want that back. I want to tell those who tried to kill me inside that they were wrong, that they had no right to do so and that they should be ashamed. Don’t ever rob a person of their dreams, it may be what keeps their spirit alive – whether you believe that they will be attained or not is not the point – it’s what THEY believe that matters.
Off I go again. Back to the grind, the numbing work that drains the mind. Off in search of unicorns and rainbows and for all things lost.