I took the line above from Hugh MacLeod's book Ignore Everybody and I think it's a great point for a number of reasons.

So often I see others (but mostly myself) spend more time considering how something should be done that actually doing it. [note: this is quite different from spending time LEARNING how something should be done]

Its easy to hypothesize about how much and how many people will like something.

It is safer to put the brakes on in the name of artistic purity than it is to mash the pedal into the unknown.

It eases stress to come up with reasons why you should wait to do something.

It also keeps you in the same damn spot forever.

I believe in the future of today 
In a moment mixed with sentimental regrets too deep to flower
And hopeful passion that breaks petals through concrete.
I believe in the growth of change that waters the roots in the dirtiest of soil(oul)s.
I believe in the motion of body, forcing gravity to jump back and say,
"Damn! That was fly."

I believe in shaking hands with your enemy
So that your energy can make something greater than your conflict.
I believe in the cypher of voices that causes listeners to crowd in tightly
Rubbing shoulders just to taste the words on their ears. 
I believe that when hands wave in unison
Songs sound better.

I believe in stories told around fires
From crackling stacks of wood to ashes falling off a spliff.
That our memories and inflections will ride the smoke to eternity.

I believe that we all want to be liked.
That the flaunting glare shown to strangers is a paper thin veil
Hoping for a smile to poke holes in.

I believe in the day that artists are paid more than corporate bailouts.
In a day where those dedicated to their craft are valued more than those who build a factory.
When pencil and paper, canvas and brush, turntable and MPC, are packed in wooden crates
To outfit the armies of the world. 

I believe that one voice can change the world.
I believe that it already has.

Inspiration. Career. Love. Answers.

We search for these things far and wide; behind our list of tasks and dreams and under our pillows and stresses. They hide in our drive to perfect our image, our bank account, and our health. They live in hindsight and contemplation...yet, they never seem to appear when we want them too. 

Finding them is often a matter of listening rather than logic. The best path is usually the one you most heavily resist. Life seems to be more chaos than science. Our answers are often buried in the test.

Follow your heart, it knows where your soul is going.

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