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Happiness.
Happiness is one of those states of being that just happens when you are a kid. Happiness in a child is expected, so much so that when a child is unhappy everyone takes notice, like at the checkout line. When a child is unhappy, or cranky, or whining, people notice and the reason is that children are not normally unhappy.
Something is wrong when a child is unhappy.
Somewhere along the path of maturity happiness takes a back seat to prudence. By the time we reach puberty being happy is no longer celebrated or expected behavior. Pensive, brooding, disgusted, affected seem to be the norm at 18. Happiness only shows itself on a select few theater kids or cheerleaders and they are resented for it.
By the time we reach adulthood happiness is found in a bottle or pill or event but very rarely is it a normal part of our day. Happiness is no longer default, it has turned into something that must be attained. Most people you meet in adulthood seem content to keep happiness hidden and compartmentalized away from their “regular” day.
Something is weird when an adult is happy all the time.
Perhaps it is just the circle I run in but most everyone I know is just blah. They aren’t necessarily unhappy, but there is certainly not enough evidence to convict them of being happy.
They’re troubled.
You can see it on their faces. You can read it in their eyes.
Why?
When I watch my daughter run around the house with whatever she can stick on her head carefree and happy it makes me wonder why. Why did I decide that running around the house with whatever I could stick on my head was beneath me? When did I start worrying about what unhappy people thought? When did I start waking up feeling unhappy and why am I content to live without happiness?
Well, I’m not.
From here on out I am going to be happy becuase happy people are fun to be around and I have enough unhappy people around me already.
Go be happy.
I started my next painting last week after trying in vain to get the first five printed at work. I was finally able to get the printing done last night and with any luck will have everything up at the yogurt shop tomorrow.
The giclee’s didn’t turn out too bad, not as nice as I would have liked, but good considering the photographs were a little low res for the print process. Once I get my originals back I will scan them a portion at a time and see if I can get original that work better.
This experience has been interesting, sometimes frightening, sometimes exhausting, and always emotional. It’s not unlike standing in front of someone naked, in the middle of winter, after a cold shower, 100 pounds overweight, bathed in fluorescent lighting, on a stage. Honestly, it is a very vulnerable insecure self loathing critical thinking judgmental place putting ones artwork out for all the world to stare and point fingers at. It makes me really nervous and yet I am compelled to start websites like RohrFineArt.com to invite even more strangers to stare at my nakedness from the comfort of their own home.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I feel so repulsed yet compelled to create? Why do I stand up in front of hundreds each week and sing my heart out and get completely lost in the moment and act a fool only then to consider what I must look look like acting the fool and shudder at my vulnerability and do it all again next week? Why do I paint pictures and hang them in public spaces inviting people to be critical and then live in fear they might actually have an opinion and in response to that fear invite more people to criticize?
I have come to the conclusion that I can’t help myself.
I am fatally drawn to create by the Creator and His passion and love for me is something I can no longer control. I am being pulled along, overtaken, swept up in the swift current of this great romance and drowning in the conviction that His affection toward me is real. In that place, face to face, the reflection of me through gentle eyes is so lovely, so pure, so sweet and intoxicating I willingly let go of my last breath of self perception and inhale His.
I don’t understand it, I can’t adequately describe it, but I know it is real becuase the version of me, the idea of me, the one I find when I am caught up with Him is so not from me. I know what I think about me, I have spent a lifetime creating this visage and I know all too well the way I can detest it. My me and God’s me are quite disparate at times. My me and God’s me would not be friends most days. My me and God’s me would argue almost all the time about almost everything. My me and God’s me are worlds apart most days but my me and God’s me are getting to know each other.
I guess that might be the point of it all in the end, getting to know God’s me instead of my me.
So with fear and trepidation I drop the layers of my me and step on stages to become naked so that I can put on God’s me.
1) The number of people you meet only one time outnumbers the number of people you will meet more than once so treating people like complete strangers is a prudent thing to do.
2) Because you will most likely never see them again, who cares what people think about you.
3) There is always someone bigger and smaller, prettier and uglier, taller and shorter, richer and poorer.
4) Taking and eight month old into a cave opens you up to variables you can not control.
5) Variables you can not control can be quite terrifying.
6) Variables you can not control can be quite amusing.
7) Hunger is okay.
8) God is more interested in what YOU think about Him than what others tell you to think about Him.
9) Religion killed Jesus and has been trying to keep him killed ever since.
10) Religion is mans attempt to please God.
11) God is already pleased and in a very good mood.
12) No matter how much spit ends up on your face, your child’s kisses are always worth the mess.
13) At some point it will be your fault.
14) Tragedy + Time = Comedy.
15) The only “have to” is what you decide to make a have to.
16) Back pain sucks.
17) Looking too closely at something will almost always turn into work.
18) Work was never supposed to be like this.
19) There is always a servant and a master.
20) Even servants are masters of something.
21) The smaller the home the bigger the dog.
22) People own pets to feel better about the cage they live in.
23) The earth is out to kill us for what we did to it and in the end it will succeed.
24) The earth is locked in a constant conflict of interest because even though man was the reason for the problem, man is also the solution.
25) Change is not change until it is changed.