WALING THE WALK Acrylic on journal cover. © Dec 26th 2011. By Leighton kelly there is such an importance in being what you tell the outside world you are. but this is not by any means easy. we live with countless motivations that dictate a myriad of different possibilities in our lives. this is tell tale most when we try to express how we want to be and yet cannot find that place within us no matter how hard we try or how we try to fool our selves into believing that the qualities we tell our selves we have are mysteriously absent. i for one wish i enjoyed jogging but in reality i hate it. i think it sucks. but wouldnt it be nice to just be able to run for hours through the forest like an animal? i also wish i could correctly confront issues before they get out of hand. or know when its appropriate to do so. sometimes my compass, as rusty and unpredictable as it is, will lead me to a beneficial conclusion. other times its completely baffling as to the inner working of the mechanism of decision making. i sit confused until my inertia is moved by the inevitable outcome that life brings me. that is one thing i know i have in me. the silent acceptance of how life will move me on a trajectory that, really, i have no control over. its a strange ride and i have studied the art of making mistakes my whole life. if only i was taught at the beginning that mistakes are what makes us learn what doesn’t work instead of getting spanked for secretly throwing the roast beef behind the couch instead of eating it at dinner. seemed like a good idea at the time. oh if i had a penny for every time i said that i’d be swimming in a sea of Lincolns…. on a side note, i still hate roast beef.

WALING THE WALK

Acrylic on journal cover. © Dec 26th 2011. By Leighton kelly

  • there is such an importance in being what you tell the outside world you are. but this is not by any means easy. we live with countless motivations that dictate a myriad of different possibilities in our lives. this is tell tale most when we try to express how we want to be and yet cannot find that place within us no matter how hard we try or how we try to fool our selves into believing that the qualities we tell our selves we have are mysteriously absent. i for one wish i enjoyed jogging but in reality i hate it. i think it sucks. but wouldnt it be nice to just be able to run for hours through the forest like an animal? i also wish i could correctly confront issues before they get out of hand. or know when its appropriate to do so. sometimes my compass, as rusty and unpredictable as it is, will lead me to a beneficial conclusion. other times its completely baffling as to the inner working of the mechanism of decision making. i sit confused until my inertia is moved by the inevitable outcome that life brings me. that is one thing i know i have in me. the silent acceptance of how life will move me on a trajectory that, really, i have no control over. its a strange ride and i have studied the art of making mistakes my whole life. if only i was taught at the beginning that mistakes are what makes us learn what doesn’t work instead of getting spanked for secretly throwing the roast beef behind the couch instead of eating it at dinner. seemed like a good idea at the time. oh if i had a penny for every time i said that i’d be swimming in a sea of Lincolns…. on a side note, i still hate roast beef.