Go Outside

[On Not Killing Creativity - III]

The ceiling is the limit of our wonder.
The walls contain the breadth of our ideas.
The air is stale and still like our thought processes.
The trim and tile and faux rock face above the mantel are all manufactured. Like our paradigm.
The paint is bland like our imagination.
The windows are small and covered with blinds. Like our ability to see differently.
The front door is closed and locked. Like our relationship to novelty.

Go outside, friends.
Be inspired.
Find beauty.
Open yourself to the future.
The fresh air brings fresh life, fresh insights, and fresh ideas.