About Obsession

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I spent some time hanging with a supremely talented person the other night, talking music and the billion things one has to do to make a life out of it. You know. Money and stuff.

I could tell. They were new to the business of it, but not the seriousness. Obsession had always been with them. It was in the questions: What do I need to do? How do I get better? I’ll fit it in between my other two jobs, but who do I talk to?

Obsession. Good old, healthy obsession. Right there I realized there was nothing to worry about. They’d be fine.

Obsession is a funny thing. It’s one of those words that sounds nefarious and black, like its chief goal is harm. I feel like I have cancer when someone points out that I’m obsessive.

I want to do something people take notice of. That I don’t have the skills or the resources or the time or the money are mere blips on a radar screen that is mostly wide open. Yay!

What is obsession, really, besides something someone else thinks you’re too much about. I could say that most of the world is obsessed with their cell phones, but most of the world would tell me to shove it.

But it’s dangerous, becoming obsessed. There’s a point when a little caution might be warranted. The point where you might take a breath is when you’ve basically lost your mind. Everything’s wrong. Life is meaningless and probably always was. You and your fixations were silly and mindless. Maybe you haven’t been outside for a week.

Go ahead and have a look at yourself. Take a sec.

That’s the two-sided coin that is obsession. You can get great work out of it. Unfortunately, your mind will toe the line of sanity and reality.

Hey. Don’t worry. That’s all part of the fun.

Note: I’m talking obsessions involving goals and aspirations. Not people. Because weird and no.

Go forth and become swept up. Cheers and see you after.