Tears of a Clown
Mask of Tears
It
is just so easy to cry. It is easier to
just drop our responsibilities and cry for all of our regrets. Blaming circumstances or other people for the
pain we feel and the mistakes we’ve made.
It is much harder to let those regrets and circumstances and mistakes go
and move on to the business of making ourselves lovable and building a life
full of love in a world of uncertainty.
I
have always been a crier. A woe is me
type who didn’t even have the courage to show my tears. They were always hidden behind a beautiful
smile. I started to transform last
spring when I became an artist. I have
always been an artist, but my earlier work was a mix of divine intervention and
the same old stale mediocrity that other people liked. In the past few months my work has become
more of a work of self-expression.
Beyond
the Yellow Brick Road was an expression of my hidden hopes for the future and
my very, very, very long month and a half curse that started to mark the end of
my reproductive years (hopefully). Reverence
was the cross expressing my return to spirituality and my belief in God and the
universe. Sailor’s Knot was an
expression of the ocean of uncertainty.
Every piece I have made has been a self-expression of some of the dreams
I left behind because I felt it so difficult to admit that I was living a life
that was not my own.
I
have dreams of my own business. I dream
to be an artist and to write tales that other people feel are interesting. I dream of finding an unconditional love for
myself and others. I dream of the day
where I find myself hidden beneath all the tears and laughter. Every single day, I am finding myself to be a
much different person underneath those tears and laughter than the person I
thought I was.
I
am genuinely a believer in dreams, God and the universe. I live on the dreamer, idealistic side of the
mountain instead of the tears and smiles that defined me. I am afraid of an unknown future but moving
towards it in spite of that fear. A few
months ago my therapist asked me to move from one side of the couch to the
other and examine how I would feel if I had the feeling that I deserved to be
happy. I did as she asked and moving from
one side of the couch to the other led me to propel my life in a completely new
direction. A life where I am taking
responsibility for who I am and who I wish to be. I am now on a journey listening to how the
events surrounding me make me feel, not the all too cerebral analysis of every
little thing in my life.
I
do not know where this road of finding peace, love and happiness will bring me
but I know that I am moving forward in a way that defines who I am. I am most grateful for the opportunity to breathe
and live my life in the moment. I am
listening to my heart and soul for a change instead my
analytical human brain.
Every
time I have listened to my heart and had faith in the past, somehow things
worked out. It is time to listen to them again and move along with a song in my
heart, making work from my heart and finding love for myself and others.
Thank
you for reading this blog post. I went
beyond my comfort level in expressing myself in feelings instead of hiding them
behind a beautiful smile. I do genuinely
smile more these days but that is a choice.
Please find your authenticity and your unique talents, the world needs
all of us.
The song of the day is Tears of A Clown and it was song by Smokey Robinson back in the day.
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