Supersonic
Ready set go…the flood gates open and the sounds of instruments playing in harmony become the hands that bucket my mind and heart into the pilot seat. As the engines begin to rumble, preparing for supersonic speeds. A sense of relaxation takes over, pulling my attention to my breathing, and the rhythm it builds, as the universe inside me comes to life.
Ever wonder what it sounds like in space?
Ever notice how loud quietness can be?
A whirlpool of sounds all around. For example, the wind blowing on a ridge line, ocean waves crashing, birds chipping off in the distance, two musicians playing their hearts out on instruments they spent hours playing and practicing, yet, for no one but themselves, the writer reading out loud making sure each word and sentence flow, to a tempo the reader can follow.
Being creative and bringing forth art is not hard, it is simple by nature, therefore, simple does not correlate to easy. See the word simple by definition can be taken out of context and used as a word with very little action when it carries more action than we tend to believe. The skill needed to complete a task can either be challenging or simple, but they both require a level of commitment, perseverance, consistent work, and dedication. The greatest artist in the world tends to carry a simplified energy to their life and an even simpler definition of what success means to them.
To paint, write, sing, make music, and bring nothing to something in this world is creation. Every single person has this magic trick, it takes believing in yourself and a level of no fucks given, even if it’s complete garbage. The point is creation and invention give life to the universe, she strives off this process: to take an imaginary idea and turn it into something real that impacts the human experiment we call reality. The act of invention and creation bears no baggage of judgment but comes with a sea full of confidence no matter the outcomes.
Take the screenwriter who writes, writes, writes, writes, and writes screenplay after screenplay, a few get picked up and made, a few are either gold or complete shit, then at times when the draft is complete, it sits in a pile waiting its turn to be the picked. The musician who writes song after song, record after record, yet, none hit till that one song or record. Both these humans carry identical actions that are simple, they kept working, kept creating, and continued to invent nothing to something. Even if it turns to a fist fight, a sentence a day, or two-thousand words a day. The artist at that moment must let go of all judgment and emotion to that story and move on, this is true creation.
A beautiful act of human nature, a universal law of creation - inspired actions small or big towards goals. That goes from internal to external tying the creator to the universal sounds of their individuality and niche. No different than the tree growing outside, the sun that rises and sets, or the moon phases, it’s all art. The invention gives back to the universe with a return on investment that pays off long term.
Pay attention to the noises around you, it is all creation, invention, and art. A simple task that requires a constant river of vulnerability and love for yourself and the art being created. With no real end state, unless creation creases, well then, so does the sounds of the universe. Think of your ability to create and invent art as a seat in the universal symphony, playing with our instruments of creation creating harmony as one with the universe.
