I can’t describe it accurately, but I have this wildly loud voice inside of me that is screaming for me to spend more time creating art again.
Writing, filming, photographing.
I’ll admit, I buried the artist within.
I killed a piece of me to go into the entrepreneur life and be a great dad.
What no one tells you about trying to kill a piece of your soul is — what if it doesn’t want to die and comes back to haunt you.
You can on suppress things for so long until it reaches a boiling point.
There comes a time when eventually what you’re trying to smother needs to come up for air. And it eats at you.
Screaming, “why are you doing this to me?”
And here we are. The voice is screaming and I can either fan the small remaining flame and bring it back to life. Or I can look down and shame and destroy the greatest part of me – the part that drove my entire existence until I got married the first time and became a dad.
We have a red pill / blue pill situation on our hands, folks.
I think its time to go down the rabbit hole and bring it back to life.
Stop ignoring the screams for freedom, lean in, and let freedom fucking ring.