Daring to be Impulsive

When we were young children, we cried when we were sad, we laughed when we were happy, and we screamed when we were angry. We voiced our emotions whenever we felt like it. We followed our impulses, because at the time, that was all we knew. We were spontaneous. At the time, it was okay.

But then we grew up. And suddenly, feeling something was wrong. Very early on, we were taught to hide what we felt. We were taught to silence our desire to follow impulses. We still felt them, but we could not follow them. We could not longer cry, no longer scream--we did not stop feeling, no. But we were not supposed to reveal what we felt. So what happened to those feelings, those instincts?

They were bottled up. Every impulse to feel something was muffled, because we had to "act normal." Without realizing it, we were taught that being an adult meant that you cannot be spontaneous.

If this is true, then I do not want to be an adult.

But what if there was an escape from the pressures of growing old? What if there was a way to cry, laugh, and scream without judgment? All you need is a place to direct those impulses.

You see, art is not always premeditated. A feeling is felt, and then that feeling is followed. What follows next is a masterpiece. Every great songwriter, painter, or writer created something beautiful, because they first felt something. If you do not allow yourself to feel certain things, then how can you express them? And if you do not express them, then how can you reach someone who is experiencing the very same thing?

Following impulses is simpler than you think. The next time you have a reasonable idea, act on it. That very impulse you might have silenced could be the greatest adventure of your life.

Therefore, I will continue to follow my own impulses and choose to find spontaneity in every day. Art is outside the box; why can't you be too?

So I will choose to randomly sit out here under the stars, past midnight, playing on my guitar, because that is what makes me happy.

And who knows...that one impulse that led me to this spot might be the reason that this song I'm now writing touches someone's life or makes them laugh.

All because I felt something, and I followed that feeling.

Do you dare?