Words // Kosta Trifunovic
Like French painter Paul Cézanne would look at the same mountain from his window and see it differently, hence paint it every day in a new way, we all create different perceptions. We perceive the world around not only from its physicality but mostly from our ever-expanding emotional state of being. When we are sad, we can’t but feel sorrow in everything around us; but when we are happy, we see and do everything with the essence of that feeling.
It gives me great pleasure to look for beauty in everything, in everyone and in myself. I am constantly seeking Joy, I am addicted to Joy.
Sometimes people question me: How can you always be so happy and joyful? It seems fake!
I have convinced myself that there is only a Source of Well-Being. But I am human, and I also attract into my experience unpleasant events. Joy is still always present and I embrace those situations as perfect opportunities to feel it more unconditionally. I am deliberately embracing and feeling joy and I have to say, I succeed in it.
If we believe that there is only a Source of Well-Being and that this Source evolves to accommodate more and more Joy – it is our eternal quest and life purpose to stay in tune with it and feel Joyful. Therefore, the power of Joy is the force that keeps evolution infinite in its nature.
Words // Jonathan Tucker
Too many people think you have to love what you do. But meaningful and dynamic work soars from a runway composed of unpleasant tasks. Few actors rejoice in the monotony of learning lines, perfecting an accent, lifting heavy dumbbells, or restricting their diet. Creating a character and preparing him or her to meet the world is the manual labor of a protracted and often painstaking creative process. It demands self-discipline and sacrifice and an ability to persevere when other sirens beckon. Actors who know joy at the end of this period are willing to enter a crucible in exchange for the liberation offered “on the day,” which means in the moment on set when the cameras turn over. The power of this joy can drive us to extraordinary lengths, because there’s nothing more powerful in the human spirit than the desire to be free, unencumbered by our own self-judgment and doubts, by the fear that creeps and creaks in our every fiber.
We know the path to the creative source — our gut or intuition — is an inward one and that we seek to shorten, nay eliminate, the distance between our instincts and our actions. It’s the joy of our childhood and looking into the eyes of a husband or wife, but it’s also the joy of getting hurt and holding our parents’ hands as they die. Joy here means being wholly (and holy) present. It’s mediation. It’s prayer. It’s play. When we are connected to the vibrations of a moment — fully present and in our bodies — then small details like the fiber of a sweater or the sun bouncing off a linoleum floor reveal themselves; we feel the wind pouring over our fingers as we walk or hear our shoes sticking to the concrete with each step. The very essence of our humanity ignites, uniting us with the world just as storytellers many thousands of years ago were united when the stakes of assuming a character around a fire or in a cave were considered a communion with the divine.
Such joy can be addictive and those of us who have tasted it know that we face a stubborn, foreboding ascent each and every time to reach it anew. The greater and more daunting the climb, often, the more exhilarating the vista. We learn with each joyful moment that, while we might not love every aspect of the process, we are obsessed with the power of complete honesty — honesty with ourselves, our colleagues, and an unseen audience. It’s an obsession that weds our personal lives and professional aspirations with the spiritual, making the power of joy both grounded in the daily efforts of routine and simultaneously mystical as we step out of our conscious state and leap into the unknown.