Years ago I found myself struggling, like many
young men of my age with the problem of
choosing a suitable vocation. Blessed with a
voice for singing, an eye for beauty, an ear for
melody and rhyme, I eventually found my way
to the path of the artist, yet continued to yearn
for something even larger and more
transcendent. My hunger you see was not for
beauty alone, but for wisdom, truth and moral
purpose. In addition, while I felt a call to serve
I had no desire to do so in a conventional
manner. Neither politics, the military nor
religion, in the form with which I was familiar,
were the path for me.
Then one night I had a dream in which I found
myself sitting in a small wooden boat floating
in the middle of a mountain lake.
A somewhat portly old man wearing a white
skullcap and a long white gown, stood
peacefully at the other end. "Daniel David
Joseph" he began, gazing down at me with a gentle, fatherly smile, "By choosing to become an artist
you are running away from your highest potential." "But what could be more beautiful than the
singing of a bird?" I insisted. "Love is more beautiful" said the figure in white, to which I stubbornly
replied "But I love beauty..."
Though we continue with this debate for some time, in my heart of hearts I sense the rightness in his
words, and while reluctant at the thought of neglecting my daily practice, when the old man asks me
to accompany him on a special journey, I accept.
That journey was the journey of the dream…
Daniel David Joseph