Coming back
I am back to regular blogging... don't know why i ever stopped! There is no guarantee in this life... there is no perfection either! There is no such thing as a perfect poem or song or anything - even we humans are not perfect yet our artist is God himself. I have lived 4 years of my life trying to make my work perfect to fit the critics, to fit my fans... (some of us are just sensitive about our art) I don't know. I have worked with a miraculous team on a mirrorculous project- one that doesn't tire! one that shows up and and asks how do i come in and what do i do - and to this date I have held back most of the work we have done together - because someone pointed a finger at it. I feel terrible - I think that some of us were given gifts to share with the world and probably not even give a price to it. I am tired of holding things - and tired of pleasing imperfect beings too. I think some gifts are too big to be held back by words (and they will come) and by action