Yesterday i was feeling it. The pressure of art, the monetary squeeze on my creativity. Its a long walk ya'll. Its an alley full of graffiti reminding me who was here first, who has done it better. But then, i actually had a long talk with someone who has done it better, im blessed to have some really successful and talented friends in the spoken word community. Performing on HBO, Showtime, overseas, in the White House, shit even at Oprah's house (which is strangely more impressive then the White House). Big names that have done big things. One of which i stayed up talking till 4am in belly of the night. And what i learned is that it is such a long walk. And "making it" is so subjective. We are water trying to raise ourselves to a unknown level. But the container gets taller everytime we think we are almost there. There is always going to be doing something slightly faster, better, cuter, and more dynamic then you. But you'd be surprised how many people are thinking the same of you.
Here is the lesson i learned.
walk with your shoes off. Feel everything along the way. Most of the time it'll be concrete but often you'll find a grassy park, or if you're lucky a stretch of beach. Regardless you will be walking so enjoy it. And when you look back you will have pockets full of stories. And i know your feet will be tired, but your spirit will be a rest...cold chillin.
Words,
Gill Sotu
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