Doing What You Love to Do and Its Powerful Presence and Evidence

One of the most important things I've learned is doing what you love to do.  It is important to realize we are all born from the same, one Universe and doing what you love to do underscores this undeniable link.  We are of the same elements as the stars, chiefly carbon, for example.  Doing what you love to do, you enter the timeless, true nature of our Universe.

You know you are doing what you love to do when you have no sense of time passing.  Now, in accord with the positive dynamic of your truest Universe, you experience infinity.  Science keeps looking for the end of the Universe, but, as yet, they have not found it ... Stay tuned and they'll still be looking.

Ask yourself for as long as it takes, "What do I love to do?"  The answer is sometimes deep inside, it requires excavation, hidden under layer upon layer of "must do's" and "have to's."  Just like your body's 120 trillion cells perform 6 trillion actions each second, this doing what you love to do is inside you, waiting to be recognized by your conscious mind.  You know how to do what you love to do because it is inside you, a Gift from the Universe from which you were born.

Doing what you love to do is best undertaken without conditions.  Human nature contrives within us, to want to consider this or that as possibilities.  Even with contingencies, this may create four outcomes, three of which are negative.  The nature of the Universe is infinite.  There are 300 sextillion stars, or, 3 followed by 23 zeros, at last count.  All these stars, all these luminous suns, all those infinite angles of possibility exist in your life.

My earliest recollection of the awareness of doing what I love to do was when I was 5 years old in Kindergarten.  The end of the school year brought report cards, a mimeographed sheet with purple ink folded in half like a child's homemade card.  Each report card was delivered with a question, which was written the back of the report card.  The teacher, seated behind a long folding table asked the question so as to write the answer.  The sentence to be completed was "When I Grow Up I Want to Be a _____."  I replied painter.  Decades later, I told this story while visiting my mother, who shrilled back,"That's because they were painting the apartment."  However, I remember the sight of a 4" brush covered in off-white paint and all the things I love about paint to this day.  There was the texture, and even now, my paintings feature a depth of texture whether oil or egg tempera, as if the thicker the paint, the richer the aroma, just like the wafting perfume of the house painter's gallon of paint.  Each day I paint, the smell of fresh oils or egg tempera blooms afresh.   Paint's propensity to hold form intrigued me then as it does now, my willingness to accord with its properties a ticket to an infinite journey fueled by the aforementioned accord and imagination.  The paint then comes alive, creating pictures that live, expressing feeling in a timeless space.    Michael Salvator