When you create, paint, write, play music, invite Wisdom to live with you. Fall in love with her and let your romance spill out onto the canvas, the notebook, the guitar strings, the piano keys.
The discovery of your authentic self is worth the cost of the journey. You begin with the instruction of others. Copy them. Then proceed to mastery of your craft. This may take years of faithful, even daily practice. Do it all as worship to the Creator of all.
Fail as much as you need to. Make a mess. Wander deserts where you become convinced you have nothing to offer. Forget perfection. Just create.
And then the day will come – almost taking you by surprise – when you write some words and you realize, “Wow, I didn’t know that was in me” Or you write a melody that makes you weep. Or you paint a picture that makes your heart soar.
That’s the moment you realize that you are no longer an echo. but a clear unique voice. That is the moment you value all those frustrating hours you tried to create what your spirit knew, but your mind couldn’t quite reach, and your hands couldn’t craft.
This is convergence. This is authenticity. This is the real you.