Collage: (n) a combination or display of various things.
I have a “collage education.”
I have taken misshapen, unpredictable, often dangerous, meaningless, joyous, sad and uncertain circumstances and molded them
together into a life, inserting my face.
It doesn’t come with a sheepskin diploma. Matter of fact, being sheepish in any way keeps you from forming a good collage for your education.
It is that moment when you realize there’s only one thing that stops any of us from achieving joy: fear.
A young man asked me, “How can I become a good writer?”
I responded, “Stop writing. Express yourself. Stop worrying if it makes sense. Matter of fact, stop being concerned about forming sentences. You can always come along and edit later.”
Do what you do without doing it in fear.
Don’t listen to people who talk about mental blocks. Turn your ears off when people are full of warnings more than encouragement.
Life is a collage, and therein we find our education.
And we receive our graduate degree when we take our collage and use it to tutor others.
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