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And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls” And whispered in the sounds of silence
– Sounds of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel
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Scarcity has become our city.
They built it up all around us while we stood quietly still and now we live in it.
And as our authentically loving voices got quieter a midst the cultural noise, many of us got tucked restlessly into a desolate mindset of Scarcity.
Some of us might have a second home, maybe a vacation home, in Abundance; we may commute back and forth, but too many of us buy a cheap apartment in Scarcity and stay put because it happens to be there and it’s easy.
Slicing what doesn’t work off of what does is a tricky skill, an art really. In fact, in some tough cases, doing so is nothing short of valiance.
It’s possible to put so much precious time, energy and talent into building something – a piece of writing, a relationship, a job, a project, a way of life – that we have an immensely difficult time letting go of what just doesn’t fit.
There is something unimaginably powerful you hold deep inside, something secret. Something only you know about and, to be honest, even you are not exactly sure where it comes from or how in the world you would ever pull it off.
To acknowledge the existence of this wild thing, this dream, this ambition, even only to yourself, would be impressive let alone to share it with anyone else.
You love this mysterious thing though, just as we all love our little secret passionate things. We love them in the dark, we dream about them in the night, we meet up with them in the shadows of space between the regular stuff we do each day.