Inspiration

Someone New

Hozier

Go take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections is in any stranger I choose

Would things be easier if there was a right way
Honey, there is no right way

And so I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new

I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new

There's an art to life's distractions
To somehow escape the burning weight
The art of scraping through
Some like to imagine
The dark caress of someone else I guess any thrill will do

Would things be easier
If there was a right way, honey there is no right way

And so I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new

I wake, at the first cringe of morning
And my heart's already sinned
How pure, how sweet the love beneath it yeah
You would pray for him

'Cause God knows I fall
In love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day

Love with every stranger, the stranger the better
Love with every stranger, the stranger the better
Love with every stranger, the stranger the better
Love with every stranger, the stranger the better

And so I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new
I fall in love just a little ol' little bit
Every day with someone new

It hasn't been very long now that I've fully accepted myself as an Artist. To really grab hold of that mantle and wear it proudly. Deservedly. Honestly and without reservation. 

What has been happening could be referred to as a chrysalis moment. Some might say a rebirth. It doesn't feel like a plain 'ol mid-life crisis. I've come to understand and accept things about myself. I've found more stillness, though there's still plenty of turbulence, at least not everything is always on fire at every moment of every day ever.

Mainly I've let go of a LOT of guilt. Not specifically guilt about things I've done. More so shedding guilt about pieces of who I am. More accurately pieces that identify who I'm not.

I'm not a prude. It's ridiculous to remember how prudish my closest friends used to think I was. Maybe I was. I don't know, that's who I was anyway.  So not prudent to this conversation.

Actually if I'm being quite honest I'm more of a hedonist. I believe in pleasure. I don't believe a person should deny themselves pleasures just on the principle that it is pleasurable.

Speaking of, I am not a Christian. That is a lot of Dogma to let go of. I'm more of a Karma guy actually. Embracing a more "Big Picture" view on... well, everything... meaning that I have no more use for the self flagellating, self hatred heaped on my psyche by organized religion.

Which leaves more room for free thought. When you come to the realization that maybe your parents didn't have it right and all that hell-fire and brimstone stuff was more about patriarchal rule and order ...then you can start formulating your own plan.

My plan is to accept the fact that the title of Artist means that I see things differently than you do and I'm finally o.k. with that. It's my job to see things differently. To ask more questions, to push boundaries, to create things that pose questions instead of prescribing people cheap answers.

So does my Art matter? To me it does.