How long will congregations of your past serve as a
roadblock to quarantine your utopian dreams? In the midst of all the falling
pieces of your sky, what keeps you from etching a new sun and envisioning a new
horizon? The best laid plans, layered with familiarity and propped up with what
is known today will surely falter and crash into the unknown of what tomorrow
brings. Your complacency becomes your inadequacy becomes your failure. Failure
to endure and enthrall anew. Failure to challenge and to astonish. It’s uncanny
what unchartered spaces of your mind you have kept yourself from in adherence
to the limit of your current faculty.
Sideways, not up and up and up. Those who rose from mezzanines
of an ordinary skyscraper shiver with the gravity when pulled asunder. They
will never get put back together, and even if so, the aesthetics would never be
the same. The warranty is void. You stack up floors upon floors of mediocrity. You
pile up levels upon levels of the constant buzzing of the most unsightly most ungainly
of melodeons. Your pipe dream has rusted
and your tunnel vision has no light. You were never meant to scale up.
Sideways. So sideways – new fields, new spaces, new sounds and new faces. In
that lies your only provision to pass your weight to the ground and by buoyed
back up. The proverbial spring in your step requires cohesion not adhesion. What's risen will be razed by the attrition of time. What's acquired will embrace you. Sideways.
