When I was younger, growing up in the white picket fence neighborhood of Highland Park, all there was to ever worry about was school, friend and family drama. Life was simple. I went to class, sports practice, tutoring sessions and school dances. In some ways, it was so simplistic that it felt almost one dimensional. While I would go about my day to day life, there would be an occasional stray thought that always brought me a small feeling of insecurity and fear. I came to call it the invisible wall.

I called it “The Invisible Wall” because every time these thoughts would come up, they often concerned big questions such as: “What are we all doing here?” “Where did we all originate from?” “What is the purpose of all of this?”. Every time one of these thoughts snuck in, I would see this massive translucent brick wall in my head that separated what I knew to be true along with my deeper questions of existence about life residing “outside of the wall”. I would look over and peer at the wall in my head, but often run away before I got too curious. I feared that if I leaned into my curiosity, the wall would crumble and I would then lose my foundation, or even my sanity.

Well, throughout my twenties, the wall slowly eroded over time as I gained life experience. I would try my best to patch it up. But eventually, when I reached the age of about 28, the wall crumbled and broke down completely. But guess what? Im still here and im fine. In fact, im even better than I was before. I don’t play small and im not afraid to ask the big questions. There’s nothing wrong with thinking big or wondering if their is greater meaning to this life, to your life. Sometimes all you can do is trust that you’ll be ok in the end. I hope you enjoyed this.

Love,
Blake C