Jeffy—that's what I call my twin brother. His real name is Jesse, but I prefer to bend the identity. That way we don't take each other too seriously. For the same reason, he calls me Corey. See, it's a level playing field.
I'm not going to write about being a twin, because I need to keep some aces up my sleeve. I've been transparent enough, and probably too transparent already. But divulging anecdotal details in a purposeful fashion is what I feel called to do, especially because I'm threading the needle between AA and AYP—two anonymously founded organizations. All of us in recovery and spirituality can't be anonymous. Visibility and public appearance are needed, just as much as discretion and privacy are.
On that note. when asked about destiny, Bob Dylan said:
"It's a feeling you have that you know something about yourself—nobody else does—the picture you have in your mind of what you're about will come true. It's kind of a thing you kind of have to keep to your own self, because it's a fragile feeling. And if you put it out there, somebody will kill it. So, it's best to keep that all inside."
In short, I think he's saying: "Don't talk that much about your dreams. Just make them happen." This rings very true. The champions, the masters, the artists who produce compelling work...they usually just dive into their creative process without worrying too much about fanfare. The final product speaks for itself. The real substance is not in the promotional glitter, but in the quality of craftsmanship and devotion to the chosen ideal, which is something paradoxically unique and universal to each person.
Time will tell what the future holds for us. Until then, silence is golden. Inner silence, yes, and even silence in words and actions.
34 years, and still kicking...