Monday, November 05, 2007

the stage

there are stories that appeal to us. they reach into your chest and squeeze. they constrict the base of your throat and push on the backs of your eyeballs until they water.

sometimes they are silly. sometimes they are tragic.

usually they involve a person... a hero... who comes to a crossroads in their life where they are faced with something overwhelming... and they release all that is unimportant to them, and reach for everything that means anything to them.

sometimes they succeed. sometimes they do not.

but overall, the inspiring part of the tale is the fact that the hero made a decision to take his fate into his hands... the hero cashed in all his chips on his dream. her path. their vision.

one must ask one’s self:

if this is a story that appeals to me, then is this hero not someone to emulate? shouldn’t i take my opportunity to follow my life’s path? my life’s passion?

it is a rare opportunity. some people have more to risk than others. people have varying amounts of support from their network of friends and family. sometimes it all comes down to timing. sometimes there is never that overwhelming catalyst to come into the picture and force a decision.

but there are always the stories. there are always examples... and somewhere inside of us, we wish for the opportunity to be thrust upon us to have to make that decision ourselves.

until then, there are stories

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wondering if maybe this post has anything to do with the last one?

And for the record, isn't it okay to keep just some of the chips? Just in case?

kidnoonan said...

i suppose it is loosely related.

it is more associated with my inner struggle to validate two years in a Master of Studio Arts program somewhere down the road.

if possible i would say to keep some of the chips just in case... but throwing myself into a master's program six years from now might not leave me with many chips left... hence the struggle...

whether or not to go all in, and what role my current path has in my life: is it a waystation? or the golden brick road?

so many questions and so much time to figure it out.