Something waiting to happen
Something learning to fly
On the edge of exploding
Something wild and alive
Something waiting to happen
Any time that you like
I have waited to feel this
For the whole of my life
I've been thinking a lot lately about the "sense of magic below the surface of ordinary existence". Call it intuition, hope, anxiety--I don't know. I love the feeling that something big is going to bust loose any minute--then I get frustrated and impatient. It could also be that I'm sliding off a huge manic swing and heading for what is shaping up to be a huge depression swing. Nevertheless, I can't stand the thought of taking my BiPolar meds again. My choice--sometimes you just gotta let life happen, I suppose.
Anyway, I've picked up a some high-profile projects that could vault me into the next level, professionally speaking. These are good fees coupled with artistic freedom--dream gigs, though not "once in a lifetime" projects. I'll do my best and let everything else take care of itself.
So, the magic below the surface of ordinary existence--is it an actual sense of possibilities? Is it a self-imposed perception such as hope? If so, is that just a self-defense mechanism? Is it something that can be controlled? It's easy to look back and say, "I knew that was going to happen--I could feel it". That borders on self-justification to me. I don't know. All I can do is get up in the morning and do the best I can--just ride it out, I guess. (note to self: pants first, THEN shoes)
When it breaks, it'll break wide open. It'll be great. I'll try to take pictures
Something learning to fly
On the edge of exploding
Something wild and alive
Something waiting to happen
Any time that you like
I have waited to feel this
For the whole of my life
I've been thinking a lot lately about the "sense of magic below the surface of ordinary existence". Call it intuition, hope, anxiety--I don't know. I love the feeling that something big is going to bust loose any minute--then I get frustrated and impatient. It could also be that I'm sliding off a huge manic swing and heading for what is shaping up to be a huge depression swing. Nevertheless, I can't stand the thought of taking my BiPolar meds again. My choice--sometimes you just gotta let life happen, I suppose.
Anyway, I've picked up a some high-profile projects that could vault me into the next level, professionally speaking. These are good fees coupled with artistic freedom--dream gigs, though not "once in a lifetime" projects. I'll do my best and let everything else take care of itself.
So, the magic below the surface of ordinary existence--is it an actual sense of possibilities? Is it a self-imposed perception such as hope? If so, is that just a self-defense mechanism? Is it something that can be controlled? It's easy to look back and say, "I knew that was going to happen--I could feel it". That borders on self-justification to me. I don't know. All I can do is get up in the morning and do the best I can--just ride it out, I guess. (note to self: pants first, THEN shoes)
When it breaks, it'll break wide open. It'll be great. I'll try to take pictures
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in responce to the underlying magic musings you posted: I think that magic is an underlying energy in the universe that we can tap into if we are full and balanced human beings. Part of that process is learning not to lie to yourself and to confront your problems in order to be strong from within. magic is a personal process, that involves whatever dieties or tools that work for you.
2 cents - in the bucket
It was mostly a combo of bad lighting and not enough different angles and shots. Everything was kinda static. It was my first time though so I didn't expect too much. I'm sending in another soon. We'll see