It’s funny to post this now. Here’s the irony. Today, now, as I find it harder to write, I offer a film I made that does the talking for me. As I appreciate more and more the freedom of less, I find fewer words. When I give up using creativity as a tool primarily to get you to look at me, look at me…what is there left to say? Why speak at all?
I think the answer is: To share. To share the joy of life. To share the wonder, the awe. To say, I was here. This is what I saw. This is what I felt. Did you see it too? Or was it different for you? Tell me about it. Really. I want to know.
So here’s the link for the entire movie. I had to make a movie about myself to find out I wasn’t really a narcissist.
