I recently received a couple of thousand likes on my Facebook page. That’s pretty fantastic for a creative person’s state of mind. Or any one for that matter. Most of these likes came from people across the globe.
As I began to look through all of these people who were liking my Facebook page I began to think about who they are and the country in which they live. What is their story? Who is their neighbor? Have they lost a friend or family recently? Are they in a war torn country? Do they have a job? Who is in their family? How can I help them in their journey of life?
All of these questions have been swirling around my head for the past 24 hours.
So the next question is, why am I doing it? Why am I trying to get new fans of my music?
Quite simply, I believe that my voice is different from the next guy. There are many voices out in the world. The loudest ones seem to be winning. The politicians, the news media, the movements, the Facebook comments, and the dumpster fires.
My songs may never be able to overcome the noise, but maybe one of my songs can help reconciliation. Maybe it can keep someone from taking their life. Maybe it can give a glimmer of hope when there seems to be none.
I’ve decided to stop consuming and start creating. I believe that art can sometimes reach people like nothing else. New questions arise, and defenses are laid down.
I’m hoping for the world with more love than hate. I know it’s out there, but your news feed is screaming something entirely different. Don’t you think it’s time for that to change?
What are you going to create? What can you give to the world that no one else can? I bet it’s something beautiful. I bet it’s something grand.