Journal Entry #361
February 24th, 2011
One of the most difficult challenges we face in life is to find our identity, to find what we can offer this world, to find what we are good at. If you can find this and get paid well for it you have reached a sense of fulfillment.
Every one of us will find something different if we find it at all. We may never have the opportunity in our life to find it or we may not be in a state of mind to recognize it when we do. I don’t know how this works or why some people are better at some things than others; this is one of life’s mysteries. I do however hope that all find this and it is something that is not harmful, For example there might be someone who is very good at killing people and this may be necessary at times but I hope it isn’t.
I found out that I was good at many things early in life. Most things came easy to me and I lost interest fast. My skills were soon discovered in all sorts of areas in the creative vain but I did not excel at any one of them because I was not willing to dedicate myself. I became bored easily.
I soon recognized I had a knack for noticing the truth on matters and sniffing out the bullshit very fast. Others called it pissing people off. I later realized that I was unwittingly challenging peoples comfort zones but I was very good at it. I also continue to excel in the arts but unlike most if I could not get what I wanted done quickly I lost interest. I f I could not complete a painting within the hour I figured I couldn’t do it. Now I have many more talents but the one I realized I loved most was the process of recording music and this became my passion.
Waterfall 1995 Gary David Currie
During this process I later realized I was also a poet for better or worse. I never like the idea of being a poet it sounded to artsy to me, but basically that is what song writing is so I have embraced the idea.
If I write a poem or a song it is done quickly. I actually hear about 10 to 20 songs a day in my head, can’t help it just happens. That is my talent now whether they are good or not is another story.
I would like to share a poem with you I wrote today;
Some people go to bed;
Praying
Excited
Depressed
Not wanting to live through the night
Not being able to sleep
Worrying about everything
Wishing they were someplace else
Happy
Sad
Fulfilled
Content
In pain
Hopeful
Exhausted
With no bed
Enclosed
Fearful
Lonely
Terrified
What is it you go to bed feeling?
