We are all born as artists, detectives, adventurers. That's how nature built us. But, somewhere down the line, the collective human consciousness began to deviate from its true nature. And, to this day, the desecration continues.
We all have an artist within us, the one that is tired - of being stifled, of being ignored, of being forgotten. Our inner artist can only thrive and survive if our quirks, our eccentricities, our inner voice, our idiosyncrasies and our individuality are allowed to light the way. But when we look to the world, so eager-eyed, to tell us who we should be and what success, failure, beauty should mean - how can our art be anything but an uninspiring, muddled, hideous, upside-down collage of a billion other equally uninspiring, muddled, hideous, upside down pieces of art.
We are all born with a blank canvass, an unwritten book. We were supposed to be the painters, the writers of our destiny, of our life. Instead, we passed our canvass and our book to the world, and let a billion other people paint on our canvass and write in our book. What kind of art does the painting convey? What kind of story does the book tell? Is it true to your true self? Does it move you? Does it make sense to you? Does it make you happy? Does it fulfill you? Does it inspire you?
Nature is full of mysteries. So is our existence. Our existence begs a question – what is our purpose? Why are we here? What is our calling? What is it that we were born to fulfill? What is our destiny on this planet?
We pride ourselves on being thinkers and problem-solvers. All our life, we chase after achievements in an unbridled quest to prove our worth to ourselves and to others. What is the point of being thinkers and achievers without having been detectives first? Without having solved or at least seeking to solve the biggest puzzle staring us in our face, the puzzle of our existence – what good is it to be a thinker and achiever? We are thinking what the world wants us to think, and we are achieving what the world wants us to achieve. How can that ever amount to fulfilling ourselves? Let's be a detective, crack the puzzle, and then go be a thinker and an achiever. That’s nature’s way.
Life is an adventure; a force of nature synonymous with the unknown. We can’t predict; we can’t control; nothing is guaranteed and nothing last forever. Once we set out to live our one true life and to give life to the artist within, the only way forward is to be an adventurer - a brazen defiance of the ways of the world and a Zen-like intensity to manifest the reality of the world within. The thing about being an adventurer is that it takes you out of an empty life, and brings out the courage, willpower and art to create what our core seeks.
Let’s be detectives, artists, adventurers because their pursuits have purity and clarity.