The people who light you up, who cause you to dig deeper and work harder on the right stuff…the people who boost the room and you’re glad you worked with even when it fails…
Keep those people around. Go to great lengths to keep those people around.
It’s a gift. And it’s rare.
True, you’ll probably ok with out them…it’s just that you are better with them, and they you.
As the metaphor goes…the glass is half empty or half full?
If it were that simple, you would only have to learn to consider one other type of person who doesn’t see it like you.
But the glass could be…
not full enough
almost full enough
ugly
too elegant
too clear
not clear enough
filled with the wrong thing
where did the glass come from?
is the water from the tap or bottled?
did anyone put anything in the water?
who gets to drink the water?
what are we going to do with the glass?
if we cut the glass in half now we have a full glass
and the list goes on…
There’s too many ways to look at the glass to be able to consider (much less understand) them all.
The trick is trick is simply to remember that there are many. And if we learn to be quick enough in remembering that there are many, we will become quicker to be curious instead of angry. Learn instead of judge. Connect instead of erode.
The portal is only open for a few moments at a time.
The perfect show, the perfect artist, playing the perfect songs in the perfect way and the light hits juuuust right, and at the perfect moment…the portal opens.
A new dimension appears. The dimension that we hope is always there but never seems to be accessible. Until it is. And for a second or two we get to ride the heavenly wave.
And then it’s gone.
We want it to last longer but we know it won’t. We try to manufacture it but we can’t.
It’s there and then it’s gone.
We engage with music for that moment, and also for the longing of that moment. We love both parts.
Teenagers, middle agers and geezers who do music all dance this dance.
Enciting wonder and depression. The heavenly wave and the demons on your back. Digging down deep and building up high.
We long to be in the portal. For just one more moment. The rush. The other-worldy.
