“An appearance of prosperity attracts
attention always,
with no exceptions whatsoever”
(Napoleon Hill)
I grew up with the intense
experience of being compared to my older sibling and so my whole life, I tried
to be the boisterous audience, watching her and drawing nourishment from her
influence.
I wanted to be like her
volcanic self. She was cool. She was popular. She was beautiful and she had
this supple rhythm to her life that made me want to take a quantum leap away
from who I was. Her intelligence was just the tip of the iceberg. She found
ways to caress the hearts and minds of our parents and impressed them on every
level.
But I came to terms with the
idea that we might never be the same because we were so different. She knew how
to extend herself individualistically and get things done. I did things in my
own customary fashion but never with the concerted effort that she would put into
it to get things done in the fashion she did and in the time that she did.

I look up the balance of my
life and consider all the intense experiences that I have lived through. She
has always been an intrinsic part of my life except my days were spent more
with this turbulent sensibility. I lived my life on the brink. I danced to the
rhythm of my own songs. I lived with all these emotional struggles which I
guess you can call middle-child syndrome. And the only thing that made my heart flutter
was the beauty of nature, books, food and high-voltage music. I was growing up
as a future artisan of the world and still with a penetrating influence from
the only big sister I would ever have. I can honestly say that of the good
things that I planted my feet on, the flurry of activity was often guided by
what I thought might gain me a glorious response from her. She was living
this model life and I was living with the penchant for getting on the stage and
caressing a ballad with a live orchestra. Yet she always had forward momentum
and I was battling all the negative energy that would be conjured up in my mind
that somehow held me as prisoner in the space and time of the lewdness of my
youth where it had happened.
So, I can honestly say that being
around my sister is to be in an atmosphere of
tremendous power. She creates
ideas in me that opens doors to new life. I can only hope to be like her one
day. And then one day out of nowhere, when my parent comes and explores my
world while I am on the stage giving all of me into a performance, it leaves me
feeling strong and accomplished and that somehow, I used her modally based
improvisation in my life to get their hearts propelling towards me with interest.
All I know is that having a big sister in my life has definitely made me tweak my
design a bit and lately has raised my morale. I guess you can say that
you should never let family fall out of your favor because even if it is with a
briskness of tempo that it takes them to come around and think that you are
more than the equivalent of a tough Monday morning, when they turn their
attention towards you, it is like the joie de vivre to feel valued in their presence.
Thankful for my sister.
Thankful for her influence on me. And thankful to have a reason to even try;
even if the bedrock of my work is to try to impress the people who made me feel
at home in my own house when I was growing up all ebullient and innocent. But,
even until this moment and seeing her thrive and thrusting through with this
ferocious intensity and with this rhythmic acuity, makes me want to push harder
with a jolt of urgency to be like her. She gives me a reason to think of the endless
possibilities if I never give up. Today, I am clapping enthusiastically for her as she celebrates life. Pardon my outpouring of words but you deserve to know the truth; you inspire me and thank you for the wellspring of influence you provide for me. Hope your day is all that and more.