Le 23/05/2024,
English one.
My thougths changed from
Eager to suceed to > eager for creativity.
And that has modifed my actual behavior
by switching the viewing angle of necessity and new perspectives :
I’m now driven by thinking like i’m in an allowed dream,
Inspired about some of funny things to give life to but kinda clear still.
Ideas appears, fluently, efortlessly. Images are like motion pictures in my head before being real.
Where Theses slow mo’ pic’s are moved by a flowy dance creating the perfect puzzle to assemble
In this physical world with my hands. Here’s the trick
Ink, paper and encre, encore.
Now I’m just thinking about creating – process of writing,
To transform somethin’ from air to touchable flesh, yeah, you too can flair.
There’s something magical up the stairs.
Before focus was – still need to be wise about and don’t get buzzy but sage –
Sucess as a visceral need to talk. Sucess to have a voice to growth.
As a great access to act and have an impact… but what ?
Loosing yourself,
Where was the play, the joy, the fun ?
They hide and quickly has gone.
Still nobody but me & now, I’m done.
Not saying it’s the wrong way of doing
But wasn’t and now not the good path for me
Lock the process of creativity
And all possibilities to express
Resulting to a shaky health.
Fun and energy
> Diminished
Pleasure and joy
> Out and gone
Envy leave too,
But envious’s not that good.
Was about planning and control
Instead of loosing it and be bold
No goals to attain, no pressure, no fails
But new fresh way of living.
Feeling the ground N’ sounds N’ all these people around.
How all that whole world works
How to upside it down, colored it and extand ?
Easy to imagine, at just one blink
Maybe here it’s more funny than just acting.
Surely was too focus on the word actress and forget to act and stressed.
Outside goals too strong & inside desires too weak.
Good potion to bleach and run the dream away from me
Stuck on the wants of someone else.
Else where maybe somebody will have the perfect part who’s waiting
What a vanity.
Too lazy to do it by myself,
Blinded by the wish that maybe somebody will write it
For me ? “Myself and I”, damn !
Just being an interpret ? Et là, je m’arrête.
Well
Now have to do it or regret for eternity
Nobody’s waiting for anybody.
And by the way, have all en tête ? Much more funny !
To feel being an actress,
As much as an open window to limitless creative possibilities
From envision to action.
It’s just about unlocking something inside a tremendous brain
Who want to control and make you fail,
When your instinct is here, making out your way
Whispering, When you feel, suddenly so well,
Enjoying each baby steps of the process.
That’s where the craft of creation can let the seeds of inventivity
Spreading and lead to a full world of imaginary
Then, well, moment now, maybe we can call it as it first name
Here’s the success,
It’s personnel, not fame.
Reminder me of this : (more or less say in these terms) :
“Fame is something others give you. Sucess is something you give yourself“
