So, it’s been a month since I wrote anything and I’m really not sorry.  I prefer quality over quanity.

Usually, I come up with some kind of cryptic, play on words title for my entries and my creativity fails to come up with one.  However, I do feel like “Thirteen” is a good of a title if there ever was one.  I will say that this follows in the same footsteps as “Sixteen,” a song performed by Thomas Rhett.

Anyway, onto the meat of today’s thought.

If there’s one thing to know about me, it’s that music has a deep and profound effect on how I experience daily life.  We all have mantras and we all have these go-to phrases that speak truth, life, faith, or hope.  I’m no different as I have mine.  Before I get to that, I have to speak a little truth, life, faith, and hope.

It’s absolutely no secret that I have very little to no like or appreciation for myself.  Remember that because it’ll have a HUGE part later.

I am an artist.  More specifically, a storyteller.  This blog, anything I may put on Facebook or Instagram… every sound, word, or image that originates from me is a story.  It is a work of art.  It is my firm belief that the truth in any work of art will come when we stop looking at it to wonder what it means to other people.  Sure, the criticism can be important but at the core of it all, the real question is “What does this mean to us individually?”

Life really tells us that we should have the best things.  Whether or not we deserve them is a different point but for now, let’s stick with that.  We use that word all the time.  I’m pretty sure you’ve heard it in these phrases:

“We just want what’s best for you!”
“The best thing to do is…”
“The best things in life are…”

It’s hard to argue against them.  Who wouldn’t want the best things?  They ARE the BEST things, right?  We correlate the word “best” with the word “most.”  For example, the “best medical care” tends to be the “most expensive.”  The most beneficial extreme should be desirable, right?  Who doesn’t want the best of anything?

Here’s my favorite phrase using the word “best,”

“What’s right isn’t always what’s best.”

Here’s what I don’t necessarily like about the word “best.”  It negates the word “growth.”  “Best” implies that you’ve gone as far as you could possibly go.  There’s nothing on the other side of “best.”  Now, there’s nothing wrong with having the best.  Though, I’m pretty sure we could find something wrong with it because of the unfortunate responsibilities that may come along with it.

I will never claim to be the best of anything.  I’m not the best photographer.  I’m not the best musician.  I’m not the best storyteller.  I’m not the best man.  I’m not the best person period.  As I alluded to earlier, here’s where being self-depreciating comes into play and how it’s come to be something I can always look towards for inspiration.  It’s thirteen (Winner-winner-chicken-dinner) words and it’s actually part of a hook to a song.  So, here it is:

“All our baggage (3)
And all our damage (4)
Memories we hate (3)
They somehow relate” (3)

The song itself is called “Worst” by Quinn XCII.

We are so hell-bent on getting over or rid of all the worst things about us.  Why keep them?  I mean, these are things that makes us so… unattractive… to use an all-encompassing term.  Who wants something unattractive?  Whether be our weight, smile, personality traits, or whatever else we can conjure… that’s the question.  “Who would want the worst parts of who we are?”

The answer to that is easy.  We are all works of art.  The tapestry that is our life is something that we are constantly weaving.  It isn’t something we express for others to necessarily critique.  How most of us feel now is that expressing ourselves is for the benefit of others.  If others see that we are happy, upset, angry, confused, or whatever it may be that it will assist them in figuring out the point we’re trying to make.  When we view artistry, our intent is to understand whatever it is that is in front of us.  We just want it all to make sense, don’t we?  Yet, we treat it as something to like or dislike.  Not necessarily something to understand and comprehend.

The intention of every artist, whether it be literal, graphic, or musical, is for the product to be felt.  They want whoever is experiencing it to be able to relate (Is it ringing bells yet?) and make a connection.  The funny thing is that these artists (who are worth their salt, anyway) connect with their audiences with parts of their lives that they wish they could sweep under the rug.  Yet, we want to connect with others with the most appealing parts of what makes us unique.

When, in fact, it’s the worst things about us that allow us to grow.

Especially when we feel like they don’t make sense.

Author. Blogger. Photographer. Podcaster. Kinda do it all, actually.

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