I have embarked on a new journey; I am off to discover new lands through uncharted waters. My latest expedition requires me to take on new roles in a very challenging but equally rewarding environment. My only hope is that my destination awaits me at the end of this voyage, and not another passage towards my purpose of being.
It has happened before, and I am afraid it will happen again. You know history has this god forsaken habit of repeating itself. Every time I felt I was near my goal, I found myself to be ages away. Every time I got the celebrations going, I ended up mourning myself, and my efforts. The path I have chosen to walk on unfortunately has no foot prints to help me on my way. I am alone, sometimes lost and at times right on target. The twists and turns are occasionally baffling, and sporadically justified.
I have built all the suspense and managed to stir some emotions in your, the reader’s mind, only to inform that I have left my previous company and have successfully migrated to another one. Damn those were some big words that I formally wrote and hence now I have to do something equally crazy and casual to satisfy my prehistoric, Neanderthal brain before it goes KABOOM!
My tiny brain is not equipped to handle serious situations or serious emotions. It is a collection of jokes, useless rants and musings, non sense making ideas and creativity that sucks and blows at the same time. For me creativity is not thinking out of the box, I refuse to acknowledge the existence of any such box, and I deny my involvement in its creation. I have never quite understood the concept of having a box and then thinking out of it. If you originally wanted to think out of the box than why did you choose to own it in the first place? It makes you look dumb and the box dumber, and people will undoubtedly doubt your creativity based on the choice of you having a box, and then opting to not use it to its fullest potential before blaming it for not being creative and stepping out of its boundaries.
In my thirty one years of existence I have observed children to be the most creative of all creations. Just yesterday I found my youngest daughter of 1 and a half year, in the bathroom lying on the tiles, enjoying the sensations coming from the wet floor during this cold season. For her, this was the height of creativity, since this was the first time she was doing something like this, and I as her father joined her to experience the joy she was enjoying and participate in the celebrations. My wife on the other hand wasn’t so thrilled by seeing all this and deemed us both as being crazy, typically in the same fashion as the world labels creative people as gone cases.
Fortunately for me my new job allows me the freedom to be creative, well not lying on the bathroom floor creative, but it does allow me to spread my wings and fall flat on my ass. Hopefully this time, this job manages to fuels my creative passions and channels my creative energies for a positive outcome.
