it’s too loud in here

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Lately, I’ve been having a hard time putting my thoughts into words on paper. I think I know why. I’ve been straining my mind, trying too hard to come up with something amazing. I know I’m not the only one, and it’s sad that I feel I need to always have something intricate and brilliant to say when I really, I don’t.

 

If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’

then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

Vincent Van Gogh

As a writer and musician, I find it very hard at times to reach into the well of creativity. The world is so full of people who have amazing talents, and most of the time, you end up placing yourself into the whirlwind of competition. In all the commotion, it’s easy to lose true and honest art that is your own. Not only that, the world is moving at a rapid pace, and it’s hard to keep up with all the trends and what gets people hooked.

 

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I have so many ideas, songs and stories that are left unfinished because I don’t believe them to be good enough to ever complete or share. For some things, this is true, but I believe I have limited myself to my creativity because I feel what I come up with will never be good enough. It’s a fear of failure. And within that fear is the prevention of ever succeeding. This I know is true, and it is a struggle I face every day. What’s more, I’m placing more pressure on myself than I need to. What’s the point of doing what you love if you’re not enjoying it anymore?

 

I have to remind myself that we all have the chance to share our ideas and talents, and the point is to enjoy sharing them. It’s not about who is at the top and how many fans or followers you have. This is about making the most out of what you do. This is about taking your time. Because, nothing good ever happens with rushing your dreams. If you do your thing well, you’ll be rewarded (eventually). You have to be patient.

 

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Sharing is a part of life. This is what I hope to accomplish. And I hope it’s your goal as well. Let go of your fears and just be yourself. Because it doesn’t matter if what you say or do is simple. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re as good as the next person. It doesn’t matter if you never see gold to your name while you’re alive—the gold is already there. It’s deep inside your heart. It’s what drives your passions and inspiration. So you stick to your art, whatever it may be, and I’ll do the same.

 

Maybe my story is simple. I only want it to be inspiring.

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you’re a storyteller

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The point of Art & Brilliance is to talk about life and share stories, because there is art and brilliance in everything. So, to make this more personal and to get others involved, I’ve decided to make a page where you can share your own personal experiences and life stories.

 

You’re a storyteller. So get out and start telling your story. You don’t have to be an expert at writing to sit down with someone and share what you’ve got with them. That isn’t the point. The point is that you’re giving someone a bit of light from your life and placing it into theirs. Also, telling your stories helps you let go, release. You don’t even have to go in depth with detail, but it does help to open up. That’s why I love writing and why I love music. They bring release to not only myself, but to others. It reminds every one of us of what we have gained or lost and that, no matter what, it’s okay to feel pain and joy in the circumstances we go through.

I want to share my worst days and best days with all of you. But whoever you are, wherever you’ve been…I want to know what adventures you’ve been on because I love hearing other peoples stories. You are a seed to inspire and encourage other people. That’s my goal, and I hope it’ll be yours too.

 

So…what’s your story?

Tell me about it.

i’m going on an adventure

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You are a storyteller and an adventurer.

Most of us have grown accustom to forgetting where we came from and how we got to this point. We forget that we were once children, playful and imaginative. Red lips and rosy cheeks, running around the house without a care in the world, being exactly who we wanted to be at that specific moment.

I often sit down and take a look back, wondering how I got to the point when I had to remind myself to laugh sometimes because life has gotten the best of me. How in the world did that come about? There was a time when laughter and happiness were all I ever cared about, when nothing could take away who I wanted to be, and I believed in myself.

But you see, it doesn’t have to be that way. You are the character of your own story; every day you wake up, you are on the verge of another chapter, another adventure awaits you, or perhaps it’s a continuation of yesterday’s story that left a cliffhanger. In the end, your story is all you have that is yours and yours alone to tell. You don’t owe it to anyone except yourself to make the most of every word, sentence, paragraph and page.

Whatever dreams and aspirations you have, don’t give up on them. Just remember how it was when you were a little kid, dreams were all you had and you believed in them so much that you could almost taste them in reality. It’s still the same. You can be whatever you choose to be if you put your mind to do it. If you want to be a taco, be a taco. (Okay I’m obviously not serious about that, but you get my point, right?)

What else? Smile. I think we all need to learn how to smile more, no matter what situation we’re in. And I don’t mean a fake, I’m-smiling-because-I-have-to smile. A real, smile that lights up your face and shows your passions inside of you. Life is complicated, and at times, yeah, you’ll have to remind yourself to show a bit of brightness to your face; but you know, you’ll find that in doing so, you’ll brighten up the faces of those you come in contact with. You don’t have to kill yourself over what happens to you on a day to day basis—that’s not what you’re here for. Enjoy what time you’ve got, and when life is good, don’t take the seconds for granted. Take time to remember them.

You’re going to make it. I believe in you. Now it’s time to believe in yourself.

rosy cheeks and crystal skies

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November came like a car crashing into a wall. I literally had a whole month to sit and realize that fact. And then November went bye bye. Okay, despite all of this, November was a really good month. It had it’s cracks, as does every month, but it had it’s diamonds. And trust me, I wish I could have enjoyed those moments for a longer period of time.

 

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I bet you wish you could pause it, I know I do.

 

Happy times are gifts, and sometimes we take them for granted. It’s irritating, because I always run with the current, never taking the time to slow myself down and enjoy the crystal skies, the rosy cheeks, or the cool breeze blowing on by. It’s like dinner at a 5 star restaurant that you’ve only ever seen the outside of. But then one day, someone takes you there and you taste of the food, enjoy it, savor it. Because you may never taste of that gourmet dish ever again.

 

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autumn friends

 

Oh November, you left me way too quickly. I didn’t finish NaNoWriMo *cough* but that is no surprise to myself. Don’t worry, I didn’t give up on writing just yet, I only stepped off into procrastination lingo for a couple weeks. Then again, I know I’m not the only one. And considering that this post is way over due, I should have made it more worth reading. If you’ve read this far, you must have way too much time on your hands ;)

 

Until next year, ta ta for now!

the epidemic

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It comes one month, every year.

Many become infected with the fever.

An obsession.

With Words.

There is really no cure for this epidemic. And no one really knows how it is spread or how it is obtained. People just wake up one day and find themselves infected. There are really no warning signs either. Perhaps it’s the drafts that cause people to be driven to insanity. Or the rage over words and how many you can possibly write in one day.

The danger is uncontrollable, by the time people realize what is happening, thousands of people have been affected. And like I noted at the beginning: There Is No Cure—all except to let it pass. And it does pass…when November ends so does the fever. Slowly it drifts away on the wind the same way it came.

If you hear of the strange epidemic of NaNoWriMo, you live at your own risk. Perhaps isolation is a solution—isolation from the outside world and from the online one.

Anyways, if you do, however, want to become one of the infected ones, you can visit http://nanowrimo.org Enter at your own risk, of course. For you may never be the same again.

(you may stay in tune to hear how I survived the epidemic of writing insanity, after November 30)

drinking my cup of nostalgia

 

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Missing the cool, Missouri mornings that whisper “good morning” through the trees. Missing the beauty of walking in that cold air, feeling it hit my skin, waking me up. Missing everything that came and went; grew and dissipated with the wind. Time came and time went, like the fog at dawn, lingering for only a moment and then was gone. If only we could go back, now we’re only left with the memories; frozen inside the photographs.

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Seconds, minutes, hours, days, sealed shut between pages of black and white, woven with color. The laughter, the music, all lost in space and time, held together by scenes only our minds can play back. If you close your eyes, you can see it, hear it, breathe it, feel it, all over again. Open your eyes and it vanishes, all that’s left is that blazing desire for what was to replace what is.

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Remember those nights? The nights that seemed to go on forever, yet were fleeting by, along with Autumn’s gentle wind passing through the trees. The days we went dancing through the dark, looking at the stars. Remember the mornings that echoed with the sounds of people singing, not even caring if they were sharp or flat? No one cared; all they wanted was that joy that floated through that same air and into the souls of those around them. We all felt it, craved it.

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It’s so easy to take for granted the Moments. You know, the ones where you forget to take those minutes in because you’re too busy snapping photos on your phone so that you can post it on Facebook or Instagram. You know, the seconds that fly by so quickly that you didn’t see that Once In A Lifetime Priceless Image that flashed right before your eyes just because someone sent you a text message. Or perhaps you missed a moment that would have made a great photograph because you were busy with something less important.

Sometimes we just have to let the Moments play in slow motion with us watching them happen without any distraction. Let them record into the workings of your memory so you can play them back later. You may not remember everything, but the feelings that came with that moment will stay with you. It’s been painted into your soul.

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“we made these memories for ourselves.

where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken,

time’s forever frozen still…”

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 Hear it? Feel it? Close your eyes, what do you see? Maybe the memories are fuzzy, but they are there. Do you remember the first time you laid eyes on her? Do you remember the last time you felt his touch? Only yesterday they were right there beside you, now gone, sketched into photographs. Now the air is cold, with a tint of nostalgia floating through the air. No matter how much we want the time back, they are sealed shut behind a door that we will never be able to enter ever again. But we’ll remember.

Missing that time, holding onto the souvenirs I gathered when I was there.

beyond words

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Over the centuries, I think we’ve lost the real meaning behind the word “art”. To me, art means beauty. It’s lemonade and grilled cheese sandwiches on a summer day with your best friend or your family. It’s an ice cream sundae in the afternoon under the light of the sun while you listen to your favorite song. See the picture I’m trying to paint here?

 

Art is a gift, and very few people have it.

 

I always love it when I pick up a book that actually paints out the scenes that are written, in color. I love it when I feel the emotions that are written out on the pages. How many books have you read that give you that nostalgic feeling of some distant memory you hadn’t thought about for years? How many songs have you listened to that drown you in scenes of your past and bring back feelings you thought you had lost?

 

I’m telling you, it’s very rare to find real art. And whenever I do find a song or story that take me back in time to scenes in my own life, I never want to let go of it. Whenever that happens, I’m reminded that there is still art in the world—there’s still beauty.

 

My goal in writing, whether it be stories or music, is to capture every emotion and color of life as I can possibly manage. I can’t say that I’ve wholly mastered art, and it might take the whole of my life before I really figure it out.

 

Words are special, so special that they deserve to be woven with care. We are given the chance to speak/write with beauty, and to show the world things in a variety of color. I have challenged myself to look at things through the eyes of art. I challenge you to do the same.

 

Art is out there just waiting to be found.

 

behind every story

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Sometimes it’s nice to just sit down and go over all the brilliant things in life. The fact that there is chocolate and chai tea in the world. Or just those little happenings—a baby smiling at you in the grocery store, hearing your favorite song on the radio; falling in love with a book, movie or song all over again. Sometimes it’s just a memory that you play over and over again because you don’t want to forget it. And as you replay it in your head, you re-feel all the emotions of that time and moment. You discover things you’ve never noticed before

The beautiful moments…

They are the ones that make you pause to watch as they happen. Maybe it’s just the touch of a hand or that sparkle in someone’s eyes when they look at you, causing your heart to skip a beat.

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Those are the moments I live for. These are the moments I want to remember. Because before a book or song is written; before a picture is taken; before a piece of art is painted onto a canvas; there are stories behind them—reasons for why they are made created.

Don’t just look at the surface. Look beyond. There is art and brilliance in everything.