A Candle for Neon

That this matters. These words here.

Words.

That’s my insistence.

That what I do all day, and others can do too, matters to our world.

That sharing what matters most to us, even and maybe especially, only literally, matters to us as a society.

I work. All day. All day long, at this. Sharing insights one has when they sit alone with life, when they observe, when they see what helps and hurts, when they gather a new point of view to help others whose days look differently from the choices they make based on what they value.

Because the experience of living this kind of life, this quiet peace of place life, grants one the ability to mirror back the wisdom gained. And that wisdom is what’s so lacking from our day-to-day lives.

The empty pocketed billionaire alone with so much is completely devoid of the wealth I know. The wealth I offer freely is our true National Debt.

We don’t know how to be alone and value it. We seek out shock treatments to call happiness when they’re only distractions. We plot ways to rub up and down against each other for a quick hit of something to feel, fast fire, when what we really want is a fireplace in wintertime.

A slow mug of warm cider where we force another shot of Jägermeister to try and fill the void.

Hot fast club floor staccato steps when we really want a slow dance.

Flashing neon while we starve for candlelight.

Romance isn’t dead; romance can never be pixelated. We’re starved for it as a Country. We don’t know how to define it because we never define ourselves, never take the time to quietly sit and see what we alone can see while we’re alone.

The world is here for you to witness and share. We’re not made for friction’s sake. We’re spirit, the stuff of dreams. You are the dream of yourself. Take time to know that dream, to grow that dream. Then, spend your days in service to it and it will serve you back what you so starve for.

S.J. Wynn
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