Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Headspace: The Emperor's New Clothes
A very dear friend of mine reached out to me this week. There was something there...there in the lilt of the voice that said, "I am lost, not found." "I have tried everything that I know ." "I am discouraged and without direction." "Point me along my way."
That voice waltzed with my spirit. In desperate need of another time, another era when it knew confidence, righteous living, and executed a detailed modus operandi. It wanted what apparently I still possessed.
The beloved conduit was identified as bravery. My sheer ability to throw the odds in the air, bet against the naysayers and live outside the boundaries of conservative thought. The daring, mocking, challenge with which I provoke fate had somehow become a window for which the vicarious to live.
Of course, for those like myself, it is much like The Emperor's New Clothes. While others are mourning the fact that they can't be free to live a life who's purpose is to satisfy their own definition of a purposeful existence, others spend their days lamenting the fact that they are entirely too recalcitrant.
In the end, live an authentic life. Discard the fear of reprisal. Take a heavy dose of faith and rest assured that your convictions will sustain you through the journey.
Be your own brand.