And who would do it, cannot, I perceive:
Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power —
And thus we half-men struggle.”
― Robert Browning, Robert Browning's Poetry
I was looking for something as I do. Just the right words. Just the right thought. Just on the nose. Just to the side of it…
Sometimes I wonder why I have faith. I wonder what I have faith for? Don’t you? I write music that people from all over, in different parts of the world, tell me makes them happy. I think, “Wow! Isn’t that the whole point?” Truly though, why are we here? It seems that lately I spend more time solving problems that I did not create and putting out fires that other people are feeding and feeding faith that is starving itself to a slow painful death. I can’t just sit on the sidelines. If I can make the world I live in a better place, I feel it is my duty to do so. So… is my will my ultimate power? Am I a half-man or is there hope for me yet? In french there is an expression about repairing broken pots. I don’t want that job anymore. I want the job that requires the part of me to make people happy to be ON.
So who am I really? The one who can do…The one who would do? Stay tuned while I find my cape and my true power. To be continued…
Namaste!
Bianca
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