The Artist

There is that thing. In the lyrics that reach us. Somehow they find their way into our soul. They resonate. We feel in ways that we didn’t before or might not ever again.

Somehow, when they sing:

“Purple rain. Purple rain.”

We feel it.

The genius of creative musicians and other artists make the rest of us seem so. Well, boring.

They pour their hearts into creating and sharing these gifts with the rest of us.

And we are so much the better for it.

Sometimes I wonder if more of us tried to create if we would take different paths. If we each poured our hearts and souls into making beautiful things to share, would we succeed?

Maybe. Probably not actually.

But surely the world would be a better place if more of us screamed our lungs out with passion about the vision we have for the world. The feelings that motivate us. The ache. The love. The loss. The pain. The laughter. Those things that define our lives.

When we lose another Artist it is a reminder of the gifts we are so lucky to receive. But maybe it is also a challenge.

What will you share? What will you create?

Will you bear your soul for all to see?

“I only want to see you in the Purple Rain.”

I hope you do. And thank you for all that already have.

#RIP