Juggling, in all it’s forms, from the simplest to the most complicated is bewitching to the eye. Once the performer has mastered the art it always looks effortless, as if the manipulator is assisted by the very air that surrounds the object.
This illusion lasts until you pick up a set of clear acrylic juggling balls and try to manipulate them but unfortunately they seem to be in no mood to obey your orders.
This illusion lasts until you pick up a set of clear acrylic juggling balls and try to manipulate them but unfortunately they seem to be in no mood to obey your orders.
Number one rule of manipulation: Whatever you seek to master requires your complete devotion before it releases it's secrets to you. (FACT!)
I live in London, a city inhabited by humans who assisted by our city’s pace become (whether we want to or not) experts in the art of juggling. Most of us have a job, a hobby, a gym habit, a relationship, a family, a circle of friends, a list of holidays to be scheduled, some idea that’s brewing and are yet to be fully realised, piles of books to read, movies to watch, restaurants to be seen in, I could go on and on and on.
London expects you to be prepared at all times, even the weather urges you to think ahead. It might be sunny when you wake but it would be negligent to not have an umbrella close by. Be Prepared!
My kind often have a job and a dream. The job will provide some sort of income and the dream is what we love doing but it doesn't seem to manage being the main or only source of earning a living. (For Now).
It’s frustrating! I could be kind and say it’s just the way the dice are cast or I could be strict (some call it honest) and say we lack in mastery. I prefer being strict for a reason.
If life comes down to luck then we don’t have the power to change it. On the other hand if all that’s at fault is a lack of mastery disciplined practise will bring about change.
So on we go juggling and somewhere within the game we get lost. One of the objects in the air falls, there's no time to pick it up, and it gets left behind. There are no half measures in juggling, it's too fast paced. What gets left behind soon gets forgotten.
It doesn't matter, unless of course what gets left behind is what you love.
Then there's no harm in stopping, dropping everything and admitting to yourself that you've made a mistake.
Take a breather, pick everything up and start again.
If you want to be agile: "Try again, fail again, fail better". (Samuel Beckett)
So on we go juggling and somewhere within the game we get lost. One of the objects in the air falls, there's no time to pick it up, and it gets left behind. There are no half measures in juggling, it's too fast paced. What gets left behind soon gets forgotten.
It doesn't matter, unless of course what gets left behind is what you love.
Then there's no harm in stopping, dropping everything and admitting to yourself that you've made a mistake.
Take a breather, pick everything up and start again.
If you want to be agile: "Try again, fail again, fail better". (Samuel Beckett)
