When I find out...

Sometimes I like the wittiness of fate. Or …is it fate? Anyway, I like it when I open a book and the first sentence I read settles the turmoil I feel inside… for a while… because somebody else thought the same and somebody else found words for it. No wall but hope ahead of thoughts. This is what I read last night.

“A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What a man can be he must be.”* (Man! I do believe this also applies to Women!)

“I am in a moment of suspended potential, a null space where I am neither here nor there, where I neither exist nor fail to exist. I am frozen like a drop of water in an icy cascade, trying to move, designed to fly but trapped and made meaningless. I know I’m good, I know I’m smart, I know that I could do so much if only I knew what it was I should be doing. I just wish I could find my way”**

So, what do the Spanish engineer on his way to Mozambique or the Canadian kayak-guide theater teacher-to-be on his glacier in New Zealand have to say about this?

O hated O beloved world
wait until I find out.

*Abraham Maslow in “laugh it off” January 2005
**Andrew Verrijdt, id.