For the past year and a half, I’ve struggled with how I could become better. A better person, a better father, a better spouse, friend, and steward of my community.
I’ve reflected on my mistakes, successes, family, friends, and vocation.
As an artist, I’ve attempted to observe the world, translate it, and recreate it in beautiful terms.
I’ve watched the news and been shocked at our readiness to capture and observe and accept. To some degree, it even paralyzed me.
On one hand, I knew that the events were a shade of the story, on the other, I could see the underlying truth in the stories.
I tried to balance what I was seeing and feeling by detaching myself from it all – by scrolling through the feeds on Facebook as if I was flipping through channels on tv.
I tried to balance the information as if I was standing on top of the tallest building, overlooking the city, somehow apart from the people and our shared experiences.
The point I’m trying to make is that my struggle for the past year and a half was one of being disconnected, trying to understand it all, and looking for solutions, one could even say a revolution, that was rooted in politics, or culture, or art.
And now I know that I was missing the mark because the solution is a spiritual revolution. A revolution of the heart.