An Artist’s Soul

Artists live by their own rules. Many say they walk to the beat of their own drum. I agree. I also believe they have their own view of life that’s not shared by many.

Most look at artists and wanderers and think they honor poverty, but I don’t think that’s the case. I honestly think they don’t wish to bow to anyone else or live restricted by any dogma. I don’t think they set out to be poor. Or alone. It’s not always a choice though. If brought to the choice of following someone’s rules, having the steady paycheck and climbing the required ladder to success I often turn away. Usually the path that I revert to isn’t really a path. Stepping off the beaten path means walking alone sometimes. Making your own path and using your own guidance. I’m not poor by any means, but I’m not where I could have been had I chosen to suck it up and not speak out. I might have been able to do that but I truly doubt it. It oozes out of my pores. People can smell the distinct smell of anarchy on me some days.  I’m okay with that.

The joy of life is the walk. Step by step. Skip by skip. Leap by leap. There is no fun following someone down a path you don’t really want to travel. I choose to step off that path. Call me a coward. Call me a quitter. Or call me a wanderer, it really doesn’t matter to me. After about two or three steps away from the path that you’re travelling, I won’t be able to hear you. I’m on to the next sunrise just over that ridge.

I found this post recently and was a bit moved by the story. I hope you can stop by and read it. Wandering Corpse of Humanity’s Soul

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