david bowie baby

....all of a sudden I had a baby in my possession. not sure if it was mine, or really where it came from, but i was confronted with the fact that it's face was that of David Bowie's. not a baby that looked like David Bowie, but a baby with David Bowie's face. the baby needed a name. i was at a loss, panicking about not being able to name this baby. there is already one David Bowie out there, what to name this look-alike?

can you be out in the world without a name? something to distinguish you from the other humans in the world and contribute to a sense of individuality. a name attached to ideas and legacy of what you've done and to what kind of person you will/have/want to become.

can you change insinuations attached to your name? can a tiger change is stripes? I think it's all about self-perception. You have to accept who you are, foibles and all. You have to accept the total package, not just what you want to see. When you refuse to see one aspect of yourself because it might be ugly and you're scared, then you're hiding from your full potential. You can't see the arial view, the whole package, and you're lost. You can't find your way through.

Once you see everything, warts and all, and become comfortable, even happy with it, you don't believe in a myth starring a character. You believe the life you create, starring the real you, with full knowledge of your limitations (usually emotional). The doors of perception are fully open. You can control your reactions more easily because you see all and because you know you, you know what you can do, and what you can't control. You know the location of the warts you keep hidden from others and can more easily hide them, or modify to make them less prominent. The story becomes your reaction to the things, people, and situations you come across on the journey. You realize your level of control and make that the driving force of your story. It's not what happened to you; it's how you reacted, modified, rose above in the face of that.

Did you take the chance when it was offered? Did you sulk when you didn't get your way? Did you make lemonade out of lemons? Did you feel helpless and panic in the face of a seemingly solutionless situation? Or did you just ask for help and find a name for that goddamm baby with the David Bowie face?