A few weeks ago I dreamed that I was chatting with a group of intellectuals from the past. I remember the colors of the dream were so vibrant: hues of gold and blue. I also remember liking these gentlemen very much. One of them shared with me a few words of wisdom. In the dream, it took me a few moments to process what he said. When I awoke, it took me about ten minutes to remember his words. After pacing up and down my hallway at 3 am the words finally appeared to me:
"The position of success is not always defined by the success of your position."
What an interesting way the universe has of reminding us the things we need to be reminded about.
I had shoulder surgery over a month ago. I had, what felt like, too much time on my hands. My body felt weak and my mind felt utterly unfocused. Thoughts of "What if" inundated my mind. More often than not... the thoughts were of failure. Fear seemed to permeate much of what I thought about. And overall I just felt sorry for myself... WHICH I HATE.
It's very easy to get lost down a path where you forget who you are.
And then one day you're reminded again.
I sat yesterday in Los Angeles waiting for a bus to Santa Monica. I waited for over an hour. For some reason the time passed quickly... maybe in part because it was such a beautiful day outside. I sat thinking about my life: about my current position. I thought about my dream and the wise words of the intellectuals.
A year ago if you had told me I would be staying in a luxury hotel in Santa Monica because I was filming a charity event on the Santa Monica Pier I would have... I guess I would have been surprised. Perhaps not that surprised, as I was devoting most of my time to exploring the world of video.
None the less, it's funny the positions we wind up in.
Days before coming to The West Coast for the first time in my life (aside from a pit stop at the airport on my way to Australia) I found myself walking on the Highline in NYC. As I descended the stairs, my friend looked into the window of this giant gallery space. He asked if I wanted to check it out. I was hesitant but something inside of me said, "You have nothing to lose."
Inside the gallery, there were massive dramatic paintings with animal sculls and children yelling. There was poetry ingrained in each painting. The poems were in brail and displayed to the left of each work for those of us who could not read them.
Towards the far corner of the gallery there existed a room with only the brail poems displayed on canvases. They were spattered with fingerprints from all of the people reading them. My favorite was entitled "The Edge". Here's what it said:
On the edge of happiness I discovered freedom first. Encouraged to Flourish.
As I walked out I caught the artist's name. Roy Nachum. The Exhibit was entitled "Open your eyes."
Open your eyes.
"The position of success is not always defined by the success of your position."
What an interesting way the universe has of reminding us the things we need to be reminded about.
I had shoulder surgery over a month ago. I had, what felt like, too much time on my hands. My body felt weak and my mind felt utterly unfocused. Thoughts of "What if" inundated my mind. More often than not... the thoughts were of failure. Fear seemed to permeate much of what I thought about. And overall I just felt sorry for myself... WHICH I HATE.
It's very easy to get lost down a path where you forget who you are.
And then one day you're reminded again.
I sat yesterday in Los Angeles waiting for a bus to Santa Monica. I waited for over an hour. For some reason the time passed quickly... maybe in part because it was such a beautiful day outside. I sat thinking about my life: about my current position. I thought about my dream and the wise words of the intellectuals.
A year ago if you had told me I would be staying in a luxury hotel in Santa Monica because I was filming a charity event on the Santa Monica Pier I would have... I guess I would have been surprised. Perhaps not that surprised, as I was devoting most of my time to exploring the world of video.
None the less, it's funny the positions we wind up in.
Days before coming to The West Coast for the first time in my life (aside from a pit stop at the airport on my way to Australia) I found myself walking on the Highline in NYC. As I descended the stairs, my friend looked into the window of this giant gallery space. He asked if I wanted to check it out. I was hesitant but something inside of me said, "You have nothing to lose."
Inside the gallery, there were massive dramatic paintings with animal sculls and children yelling. There was poetry ingrained in each painting. The poems were in brail and displayed to the left of each work for those of us who could not read them.
Towards the far corner of the gallery there existed a room with only the brail poems displayed on canvases. They were spattered with fingerprints from all of the people reading them. My favorite was entitled "The Edge". Here's what it said:
On the edge of happiness I discovered freedom first. Encouraged to Flourish.
As I walked out I caught the artist's name. Roy Nachum. The Exhibit was entitled "Open your eyes."
Open your eyes.
