Briar DeHaven is a poet, writer, and tech head who hails from the South Dakotan prairie. She is Digital Marketing Executive for the Asheville Citizen-Times, assistant editor for...
Have you ever let your daily life snub your commitment to your passions?
It's an interesting phenomenon. To live in Asheville means you are surrounded by startling views and activities galore. There are restaurants and bars to enjoy by the gobfuls, mountains and waterfalls to explore, events to be apart of, and people, by gum, to gawk at and fawn over in every manner of style and vibe. No matter where you turn, there is inspiration seeping from Asheville's sidewalks. This is the passionate person's paradise.
And yet, all those people, bars, social functions, and what-have-you can easily become your perfect excuse to avoid your passionate pursuits. You find yourself working all the time and throwing all your money at experiences, fun though often forgettable.
Don't get me wrong, this exploration is how you create your Asheville identity, a quest of paramount importance. But also don't forget (as I do, as I do), this identity is only one reflection of ourselves. The fact is, we are more than our purple hair and tattooed arms. We are more than the experiences we collect. Our truest self is a quiet corner in an unending, bare room. And what will you make of this room? What, I beg of you, is the cosmic reason you're on this spinning blue globe?
I'm here to write, and no matter how long the work days or strenuous the tedium of being an adult, I must carve out time to fulfill my cosmic destiny. Yup, I just got all Asheville on you. But what kind of town would this be—this town of healers and thinkers and renegade farmers—if I didn't mention my own, your own, cosmic destiny?
As Paramhansa Yogananda says, “You must commit to doing one thing every day to fulfill the cosmic reason you were sent here.”
So do it, and do it now. Get your hands all messy in the vegetable patch. Pull from the earth what you grew from a nearly-imperceptible seed. Start a group you've wanted to be a part of, and you'll no doubt find folks searching for the same community. Donate your time. Organize a march. Paint a picture that takes 18 weeks to complete. Compose a song and sting the heart of your friend who didn't know you could sing like that.
Do one little thing every day to infuse the bare room of your being with creation until a wild arena explodes in your sweet heart.
Damnit, I say to you, (I'm saying to myself) get at it. Be so bold.