Where do we go from there?

My eyes see a finish line.
My heart knows that there is more to cross, and hope not to die before.
My eyes see goals
My heart sees forever.

It is hard to not be enticed by the allure of growth by social media, most platforms have a way to rank and rate you if it is with views or likes even this blog sends me notifications of your response.
The feeling of growth is addictive the idea that this can do better than the other makes you feel good, and it gives worth to your product, we might not say it in so many words, yet if you reflect back on your own body of work you might say this one done better than that one because of the number of likes or shares.
My question is what then when you hit that capricious number of followers or likes or shares what then?
I enjoy goals, something to work towards, and I enjoy stats, the more detail the better not sure why but I do, (When I die, I would love for God to give me my stats, how far I have walked, how many words I spoke.)
I am using the platforms and I enjoy them and their stats some I prefer more than others, and some I just don’t have any interest in.
I am writing this blog and I would honestly enjoy it if, writing this could supply me with some income if it is with AdSense or however, I would be proud of myself if I grow to have a dedicated audience that reads this blog, and to achieve mini-goals like that is an enjoyable experience.

My eyes hold what it can see
My heart feels what it knows
I have yet to realise what I can be
I have yet to look trough soul windows.

I write this blog because I enjoy writing.

writing kidI wrote in random books as a youngster they are now lost dust gathers, I remember how I enjoyed writing in the books no idea what I wrote and how the book might have looked like, but I can not forget how I feel, because I still feel it now even while writing this, it was hard to start today, but now I am in it and I am alive.

 
We just must not lose heart at the sight of how we think it’s going, nothing can measure the amount one’s art can speak to the heart, we do not see the eyes that view our work and we do not know how much it might mean to him/her, we must not lose heart when our eyes do not see what it thought it desires, listen closely to the whisper of your heart it sees no goal only a way to express.

Platforms such as this is a gift, you are reading this now because of social media and it is a privilege as an artist, it is amazing time we live in now to share and create, it feels more collaborative than ever.
I just don’t want to have a finish line because my heart does not ever want to stop writing.

My heart whispers no more
I know the words to the song
Finish and start all the same
My eyes now windows to the soul.

Thank you for reading, Peace and Love.

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