This morning I read a post written by Chris Brogan called The Painter and His Window. As I finished reading his post, I found myself drawn into a contemplative arena in which I sought to find the parallels between the painter and myself.
It’s funny how often our lives are seen by other people in a way that is so much different than how we see ourselves. I don’t know how to determine who’s actually seeing the truth, because our souls are so consumed with the search for significance.
To be important. To feel important. To think that others think we’re important.
I’m a firm believer that we close our windows 95% of the time – that we fail to allow others to look in not nearly as much as we should. We have beauty. We paint beautifully. We are beautiful people. But we tragically make the mis-diagnosis that we’re unworthy in the eyes of others.
So we paint pictures that we think other people want to look at. We use colors that we feel others want to see, and deliberately go out of our way to appease them.
How many songs have you written that remain unheard? How many times have you crumpled up the sketch that others did not see?
I can tell you from personal experience that there is an infinite amount of themes that have not made it to the StudioPress website. Ones that I felt would not have been liked by others, so they ended up where so many of my creative works end up.
Behind a closed window. For no one to see. Ever.
I deeply encourage you, like Chris did, to open up your window for others to look into. You might meet some interesting people. More importantly, you might discover yourself while it’s open.