April 14, 2017
Today I saw two men working on a house addition. Two stories high, just upright boards against the sky. They were both balancing on not much. One steadied a piece of plywood while the other man used both hands to nail gun the plywood to one of those uprights. Each totally dependent on the other. Like a dance.
Were they afraid? Was this business as usual? How do you learn that? Is that art? I think so. Is an hourly wage enough applause? Is satisfaction of a job well done compensation for risking your life?
Those two men caused me to stop and consider my life. What is work and what is art? How high can I go?
I guess we are all risk takers. What do you do with your life? How high do you want to go? Tell me. Show me.