I went about the day struggling to live and when it was over I realized I had done it already while trying to do something else. So was that it? If I stopped trying so hard I saw the windows dancing on the moon as it collided with the carnival cartoon outside that rang the doorbell and stepped into a waterfall of wonder. And I simply played. Yet, for some reason when I awoke the next day I had this idea that I had to figure it all out and try to make sense of it and achieve some purpose that was made up in a grain of memory in my childhood mind.
Regardless of how I walked through the day, I still did walk. But it was always much more fun when I didn’t try too hard and just let it be.
“Trying Too Hard” is acrylic on paper 24×36 inches