“Love, love, love, is the soul of genius….."

Evening all

Well, I’ve realised there’s only so much I can do in 24 hours and if I’m to remain in any way productive that has to involve a little sleep, a little R&R and a little less distraction.

I’m running at capacity right now. I really should take stock and try to offload a little of the mania. It’s unlike me to make stupid mistakes and this week has been riddled with those annoying schoolboy errors that haven’t permeated my life for a long time. I feel lucky to be able to recognise when I’m at my limits without really feeling manic and out of control, I know this isn’t the case for a lot of people so I know I’m privileged.

Aside from the intensity, a lot has been achieved this week and come tomorrow evening I think the hard work will more definitely have been worth it. Without applying specific timescales and targets I can safely say that this week wouldn’t have been so fruitful. I work better, faster, harder, stronger under some definitive needs, always have. One thing about spending so much time on my own in the past few months is that it’s so tough living up to your own hype when it’s only you that is hearing the swagger. In the presence of others, commitment is so much more final. It adds another layer of responsibility, maybe to yourself, maybe to someone else, maybe to a wider audience, but setting that goal in the company of others makes me strive that much harder to achieve.

All this achievement is futile without one key ingredient though. Without love what’s the point in hustling, wheeling, ducking and diving? Living a soulless life, a life without the ingredients to fulfil the inner self, the core of ones being, is without any true reward. Money is not a measure of wealth, or genuine achievement, it’s merely a number. 

As Mozart once said;

“Love, love, love, is the soul of genius…”

One Love

Jez

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