Too Old to Dream

A Funny thing has happened as I’ve gotten older. I find I’ve had the same number if not more dreams and ideas, but I’m received with much more doubt when I share them with other people. If not doubt, just a general sense of indifference seems to be the most common response. A “yeah ok,” or maybe a “sounds good,” with no questions or, if there is a question, it’s usually just “why,” with their faces all twisted like they smelled something strange. It seems like most of the time nobody cares.

That’s probably true. I’m sure I’ve said this before, but it’s highly unlikely that anyone will ever care about something the way you do, especially if it doesn’t affect their immediate life. That’s fair. I also don’t have such an illustrious track record to this point in my life that would warrant that kind of hanging onto my every word and idea. Fine.

But that doesn’t mean they aren’t worth my exploration. It doesn’t make them less valid. One of the first times I spent any time with RZA, I was about to explain an idea that I wanted to make but he stopped me before I could get into it. He said explaining it would only take the air out of it. So I think I’ll get back to that method. I won’t be continuing this blog in the new year. At least not at the rate I did this year. Maybe if I have a thought that can live solely in writing I’ll put it up here, and maybe the scarcity will make them a little more meaningful, who knows? But for now I won’t be sharing my ideas with people as much as I have been. I’ll show you when I’m finished.

-J.P.