Thursday, November 13, 2025
Everything seems to be an outgrowth of what came before. I noticed this about my career. It started off passionately, innocently. I adored music. But it took me nearly 30 years to realize I simply adored myself. But not narcissistically. I adored the liveliness of playing, practicing, and performing music. Don’t you love seeing people do what they love? Love seeing – love doing.
The purpose of outcome is to display love. Love is not purely physical though. If you want to display what you have, well – that seems to fall short of the origination, which is primarily connected to how love expresses itself.
So, why is the physical display of love not narcissistic? Everyone can. It’s open for all. Even a display of narcissism is strangely loving. I mean, don’t we secretly enjoy showing off? I enjoy working out. I enjoy compliments on my abs; but that’s not why I do it. I love doing it. It’s like smelling a rose. It’s hard to contain your enthusiasm for such a fragrance. “You’ve got to smell this!” “Take a whiff!” I’m not trying to incite envy, but open the realization that you can too. If you so desire.
How can I keep from singing when I love to sing? What a display, both inwardly and outwardly! Hey, if I enjoy working out, I enjoy the results of a six pack, leanness, and muscles. Eyes generally prefer lean. Must the ego stifle its expression? Outward beauty isn’t all, but it shows.
You can be proud of yourself inside and out. But your greatest reward is firstly, a display of love. Then all of it is somehow tied to that origination. I see no reason to renounce results, but flaunting and display are subtly different. I don’t show to garner envy. I show to display the power of love, inside and out.