The never-ending pursuit of power, like love, intangible, yet its presence permeates everything that we are. I have power. You have it too, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. So, doesn’t it make you question why the word ‘powerless’ is popular in human interactions?
Could it be that spectators are being fed useless notions by stage-managers who would have its audience believe that power is for the privileged few?
I love. You love. I choose to share with whomever pleases me. You can’t tell me with conviction that I’m ‘loveless.’ What does it mean?
And like love, being powerless is a choice, never the reality. Recognizing that ‘powerless’ mentality is a lazy excuse that accomplishes nothing is key.
So what to do? Accept the power that is within, or let others do the thinking for me. My choice is clear.
The accompanying photograph of the windmills and power lines were taken while traveling around the Austrian and Budapest countryside. It’s a collage of many different photographs taken from a moving bus. I found the juxtapositions of man-made lines upon the quiet landscape quite harmonious. Man’s ingenuity tapping into nature’s bounty is truly miraculous.