Tuesday, June 30, 2026
One of the most believed illusions is the importance of “getting a job,” or getting anything, really. The only thing one should ever focus on is what they love. I did. And I’m doing it again, but this time, the lens is correctly focused.
In my youth, I fell in love with the pipe organ, of all things, but that wasn’t the Truth nor the Source of my love and desire. Back then, I was passionately driven – probably insanely so. I devoted myself to a skill, which when revisited kept me breathing.
Undoubtedly, had it not been for music and the opportunities it afforded me, I would have taken my own life. Music was seemingly the one thing that saved me, the one thing I loved. Ironically, I didn’t love myself, but this thread, seemingly credited to the organ, would be traced to the True Source.
I was tethered to the organ bench as a teen and young adult. Otherwise, I would have drifted into God-knows-what. Likely trouble, disease, drugs, lies, and an untimely death. I was thrown a lifeline by what I thought to be King of Instruments. I blossomed, only because I was betrothed to Love Itself, the King of Kings. I am that lifeline that was thrown to me. I merely didn’t put two and two together. I am the value that I once sought. I am the richness I once sought in pursuing a passion.
I get a second chance, but this time, to demonstrate great love for Love’s sake, not necessarily the great love of acquiring a skill or a thing. I am the passion that I so desperately pursued. I am the lifeline that I believed kept me afloat. Now that I see what True Value is, I’m not just afloat, nor a float. I’m it.
ALL OF IT. (NONE OF IT.) FULL OF IT. (EMPTY OF IT.) I cannot hide.