Maybe This is What Life is About

I can’t do it, you know.

I can’t write about something just because I’m supposed to promote something else.

I can’t. I won’t.

I write about what is on my heart. That’s what artists do.

Here is what is on my heart.

For years my life was the Todd show starring Todd and featuring Todd.

Sure, there were a few other characters supporting Todd, but they weren’t as talented or important or good-looking as Todd.

“Thank God for Todd!” they would all say (probably).

Looking back, I’ve realized something.

I hate that show.

From the end to the beginning, people are the point. Yes, the ones you’re going to see today. Yes, the people you are going to see tomorrow.

You may write the next Harry Potter and make a ton of money. Then later you will be dead.

Right now there are people — live ones — who can benefit from your emotional presence. You give a compliment, they walk away happy. Maybe they improve the mood of the next person. Maybe that person goes home and ends a fight with their spouse. Maybe that spouse reminds a child the world is not such a dark scary place after all.

Maybe I’m dreaming. But what if I’m not?

I used to want a million followers. Why? What did I think was going to happen? It’s not like I could talk to them all. The truth? I wanted to be revered. Now I just want to be love.

“Be love.”

That’s kind of catchy. Someone should write a song about it.

— TB

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