okay fly boys and fly girls... i'm at a loss for words but i'll try
I was catching up on literature when I decided to take a break. I was in for a surprise.
I was digging through the crates in my basement and found videotapes that I put together in my childhood. I managed to tape every episode of Ghostwriter and Doogie Howser M.D. After watching two of these tapes, it has dawned on me that maybe everything is perfect and the road we travel is not one that is fixed before birth, but one that is molded in childhood like some sort of invisible clay that molds us and not the other way around.
watching just two tapes, i realized where my style and character was fostered;where my dreams and aspirations were conceived.
you name it ,its there. the stussy hat at the 25 second mark... the law jargon... the young and trust doctor in doogie howser... the existentialist revolt in decisions we make, its all there...
I go turn the pages of my readings...a man by the name of Ben Okri (author and social activist) and find this quote...
“We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.”
I guess we create what we later hide due to a subconscious fear of tainting the pure. Maybe the dreams we make are hidden in the sand with our hand that back then were too raw to appreciate such delicate and beautifully crafted intricacy.either way, i'm beginning to think we make it to lose it to find it again....like our own little mission we conjured up as kids.whoa...
do the right thing.
respectfully,


