The Power of Being Wrong

There is absolutely nothing with saying, being, or living the fact, that you're wrong. But, there is something absolutely wrong with not admitting you are, in any context. I'm more guilty of the latter, until now. No it's not the impending rebirth of Christ, or spiritual growth during my commitment to Ramadan this year (Omar Sharif, the Christian, I tried). No it's more so, the idea that we all have chapters in our lives, and i felt life fold the page on me. And not in a fuck-you way, more like fuck-me way (no-diddy) that culminated in thought. Have you really tried to be you? You can play old (and i mean old, HS shit) music....or can you not be afraid to grow? The growth is de-aging in and of itself, because you get back to old patterns, old approaches, and at times old ways of looking at a younger self. That is a gift. It's not a mirror, it's a time machine, because (dementia aside - discord joke) you can remember yourself at a certain age by the creativity you displayed. Art is, in and of itself, a representation of a moment in time....be it recorded, painted, or filmed...I digress. All to the say this, sometimes we were wrong in our art. Wrong paintbrush. Wrong reverb. Wrong angle....yet that can be so right, at another time. To that point, i'm going to resurrect the imangitive creativity we once oozed, not for anyone else to feel like we are rising from the dead, but more so, that it's mere presence can ressurect a certain self, we may feel, has another life. Don't chase the egg this weekend, just finish your breakfuss. (Or don't cry about the runny yolk)! Happy Easter, O