Every once in a while there is this need, the itching of the skin, the flinching of muscles, the uncalled for palpitations... the need to break away from the norm, to do something impulsive.
Last night was one of those, the itching and twitching had been going on for about a week, all symptomatic of unrest, the want or need to create, in whichever way or form and the prolonged inability in doing so was driving me up the wall. There's always been this sense of almost excruciating unrest every time I decide to paint something new or write something, its become the norm, not taking away from the angst in the process. In these small hours I've realised its so important to surround yourself with people who inspire, encourage, motivate and fuel curiosity, the more you do that, the easier it is to find what you've been looking for all along.
Nothing clears the mind like a good old fashioned gust of cold wind to your soul, sometimes a bike ride in the middle of the night does the trick as well. Some brilliant company with whom conversation flows effortlessly- from common friends, life philosophies, trials and tribulations, to what we want to be doing in life and suddenly the paper weights we place on our thoughts disappear.
These are my kind of crazy, the path breakers, the ones I treasure, the ones I love talking to, the ones I stand by, come hell or high water. These are the people I recognise as my tribe, the ones who go against grain and follow their heart. These are my people, my friends, my life force.
With every turbulent wave, we rise high and fall low but we will always know we have each other, my little orange lifeboats on a stormy sea.
