Do me a favor– distract me. Not from my purpose, but from myself.
You can put an end to my inner conversations by offering me real things to talk about, and actual people to talk with.
My meandering creativity, which so often slowly moves away from the world of work and commerce, can be reoriented, made to focus, when it is given a purpose, when its activity is requested or needed.
If I feel I have a reason to try, and an avenue in which to do it, I can achieve great things.
I can’t help but to wonder how true this is for so many mentally ill or other disabled people, as well as the elderly and others pushed to the periphery of our culture.
How often is it the case that at issue is not a lack of ability, but a lack of purpose. Not less talent than is required, but the need for a means to express it.
Point me to a road to a better life, and I might just take it. I doubt that I am alone in this.
A Schizophrenic Perspective 