“There is safety for a ship in a harbor, but a ship was meant to sail”~ “fearless” by Arianna Huffington. A quote ‘fearlessly’ text to me by a friend that has stuck with me over the last few weeks. We are all ships in life’s ocean. In order to go somewhere in life one must actually have a mental picture, vision if you will, to set their sails and chart a course. To see a vision, even if a far off in the distance while doing more than just wishing and hoping, will be that which aligns your destination drawing you to the end in sight.
Wanting isn’t good enough, you must move every action fearlessly into that direction. Otherwise the demise of the destination will be going in circles, not going anywhere at all while hoping that the tide will wash you onto a shore. It is said that without a vision the people will perish. I wholeheartedly believe this to be completely true. When without vision, hopelessness will be the waves that swallow you whole as you sit in the middle of your ocean waiting for a direction, or safely harboring life’s storms in the prolonged protection of passive aggressiveness. Neither of these options are what we ships are built for. Hoist anchor, make provisions, and fearlessly set sail on the voyage of your life. Live with no regrets, and I assure you…there is an end in sight.
if all the world’s a stage, then what part in it do you play. lead role, supporting actor, stagehand, designer, model, playwright, or director. This question raises a few points….
While finding myself utterly and unbashedly in this twenties and jazz mood for the past few weeks, I have contemplated many of thoughts. Understanding that jazz is all about mood, interpretation and improvision, the one factual need that has most prevailed me is the simple pleasure of a friend. Especially while enjoyed over a soothing liquid drink….One of life’s little bonuses. While listening to the infamous Ms. Baker, and enjoying my own blend of Mirage Fréres tea, thoughts, and the stirrings of the both, my mood was being haunted by the Sept. 2007 issue of American Vogue, (many thanks to Grace Coddinton, Pat McGrath, John Galliano, and Steven Miesel), and I realized just how much we need someone to share our joys and heartaches, burdens from our own chest, feed each others inspiring ideas, and just the plain and simple fact of knowing that there is someone there for you. While recently going though a difficult time, a friend of mine (coincidently whom I met at a coffee shop) shared in such a need, at just the right moment, via a text. How grateful I was that this friend had the boldness to send to me this message at the end of a long day without any idea of what I was going through. something that meant more to me than she might ever know. And just like the indulgence of a box of Swiss chocolates after an emotional trauma, my next objective was to curl into bed with my warm comforting tea, and to really ponder what this message from my friend could mean for me.