I want to wake up to Christmas morning.
Christmas morning is so special to me, but it’s bittersweet because I know it’s coming, so I’m prepared. Let’s all have Christmas in July. Snow may have no chance of surviving, but still the magic of it lives. Now, Christmas in my opinion has become overly commercialized with presents and Santa figurines; but no one can deny the majesty that Christmas morning brings.
I just need to find an evergreen.
My mind lives in juxtaposition with itself. I want to blend December 25th with July 25th. Hip-hop with jazz. Color with B&W. My heart runs to this reality. Absurd? Probably. Brilliant? Maybe.
Beauty is absurdity coming to life…
Can you imagine the conversation Edison had with people when he theorized creating light without a match? I’m sure he got many a side-eye in the coffee shop. Doubt is so hard to overcome, but when it is conquered, you can become invincible.
Another juxtaposition I’ve been checking myself on is recognizing why I create. And more importantly, whom I create for. I felt like I was starting to take to much stock in strangers’ opinions. But these opinions are really just seeing through tiny lenses. They don’t see the whole picture, so they can only make judgments based off things they’ve already seen in the world.
Juxtaposition.
I want the impossible. I want to create, and push the limits of what creativity looks like. I’m making a more conscious effort to trust my inner voice. Learning to trust. To learn. To grow.
I wish to live not in opposition with myself, but in possibility of juxtaposing something beautiful. Christmas in July.
-Jason O’Toole
(Source: memoir.jasonotoole.com)
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