An explorer, I set out on this unknown path. It takes courage to move into uncharted territory. The bravery of the pioneer.

As an explorer there is a lot of uncertainty. There is risk and reward. I don’t know what lies in store for me, but there is only this one way to find out.

This writing process is an exploration of my mind. I can reach into the depths of my unconscious by letting my thoughts pour out unfiltered.

Exploration demands a willingness to be transformed by what you discover. You cannot ‘undiscover ‘something. You can choose your reaction, but you cannot forget.

There is a curiosity that provokes my exploration. A desire to uncover.

Sometimes the exploration leads to a dark and challenging place.

I explore my inner world with quiet contemplation and discover doubt and uncertainty. Or a lack of motivation. Although I feel compelled to write because of this vow I made for myself, I wonder if it is worth it. I wonder if that is a good enough reason to keep going.

But surely the continued effort, the persistence, will lead to something. Something worthy. I believe that as long as my intention remains pure: to know myself better, to become a better writer, to document the ideas surrounding my artworks, then the process will be helpful.

And so I will continue to explore my inner world. Even when it means I uncover my insecurities.

As I explore I gain a greater understanding of who I am and what I am capable of.

I explore my inner dialogue as I wonder what words are worthy of sharing. I release some of that pressure as I step back from the product and step towards the process.

The process of exploration. The process of expanding awareness.

Here I write and explore my passion for creativity. I understand that it fuels and motivates me – that I create in order to share a positive mind set with the world. One dedicated to growth and good will for all beings. The art I bear is designed to uplift and inspire the viewer to peace and reverence for life.

I close my eyes, bow my head and release the need to do or be anything.

But still I write. I wonder if the need to complete my day’s task is done in vain. Again I wonder what value, if any, these words have.

As I continue to explore my inner landscape I realize that there is personal power in doing what you set out to achieve. Especially when it is aimed towards the good.

And so I continue to write.

An artwork is often an exploration – of a state or feeling, or memory. As I write a song I work with the feelings that arise, or I focus on the feelings I want to evoke.

An exploration is a welcoming of the unknown. It is a chance to grow by going beyond the limited confines of your current world. Understandably it might be frightful, but it might also be an exciting adventure.

Sitting silently I explore my inner environment.

Some explorations yield next to no results, only the knowing that it was not what you were looking for. But even that is an advance.

And so while I can’t seem to find the words today, as I sit here struggling, wondering, I understand that not all explorations lead to glory. They lead to more information yes, but always the desired result –no.

It is necessary though to embrace the role of the explorer if you are bound to discover anything worthy.

Not knowing what lies in wait, I journey on anyways. Because there is only one real way to discover, and that is to walk the metaphorical terrain – to be willing to go.

I understand the connection between exploration and willingness now.

To make this worth something, to convince myself that I am not wasting both of our time, I acknowledge that this is necessary. This is process. This is me with my back against a wall refusing to surrender.

As I explore this passion I have, to write and share and influence, I realize that this feeling of ineptitude is one I must face along the journey of discovery. I am willing to grow through this. I am willing to re-define success.

I have discovered parts of myself that are not pretty. I have faced my inner demons and chosen to forgive them. To take their power from them by no longer fueling them.

So as I explore this feeling of unworthiness today right here and now with these words that seem inadequate, I smile at them. I have ventured today. I have explored the idea of exploration and it has returned to me the information that failures happen. That not everything is a success. That used to be a very tough pill to swallow. But today I understand that it is part of the process. And with determination and a firm resolve I will show up again tomorrow.

I will explore a new idea, a new territory.

As I uncover my mind through this exploration of self, the best and worst parts come to light. And this is why I write. So that I may better understand the reality of who I am.