Anytime you do something first without getting paid for it or having possibility of payment, you're an artist.
Anytime you dream and put that dream to work without knowing how it's all going to workout, you're an artist.
Anytime you do what the small voice tells you and you don't understand but you just keep trusting, you're an artist.
God's an artist, no?
The hardest thing that I've had to accept in my life is my dissatisfaction with the status quo and the need to be myself amongst extraordinary pressure to conform and be just like everyone else. Get your ducks in a row. Be responsible. Pay your taxes. Brush your hair. Be this weight. Get a job. No really, why can't you keep a job?
Why can't I?
Probably because within me is this deep, deep knowing that I'm not meant to work. You feel it too, don't you?
Not meant to work. It defies all logic and all sense of why the hell I was put here in the first place. I was birthed into a system and my soul doesn't like this system.
My soul wants restoration. My soul wants things to be the way they were intended to be. I live in harmony with God, with nature and with the rest of mankind. I don't work, I be. I enjoy the presence of God and it's enough. It inspires me to do great things and it makes me childlike in my innermost being. But work? What's that? I'm not meant for that.
And you can say, "Oh but the curse," and I will kindly tell you to fuck the curse because Jesus already kicked its ass. So why are we living under an old system? Why are we not living in the inheritance promised us? Why aren't we renewing our minds unto Christ Jesus?
If I had work in this lifetime, and I don't really for there is a difference between work and purpose. But if I had work assigned to me, it would be so many things on so many fronts that it makes no sense to even talk about it. For my purpose is always in the present moment. It is not something out there but in here and meant to be explored daily, hourly, moment-by-moment with my Creator. And in my opinion, there is absolutely nothing better than the adventures and rides he takes you on.
So much of me wants to recant some of our grand adventures and crazy tales but I will leave it for another time. Today, I have permission to be a kid. I have permission to be home just because I want to be and maybe I'll even get an ice cream or go to the beach.
Playing hooky for life!
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