"Blair Stuart" by Blair Stuart Photography
Introduction: “I personally believe mavericks are people who write their own rulebook. They are the ones who act first and talk later. They are fiercely independent thinkers who know how to fight the lizard brain (to use Seth Godin’s term). I don’t believe many are born, rather they are products of an environment, or their experiences.
They are usually the people that find the accepted norm does not meet their requirements and have the self-confidence, appetite, independence, degree of self reliance and sufficient desire to carve out their own niche in life.
I believe a maverick thinker can take a new idea, champion it, and push it beyond the ability of a normal person to do so. I also believe the best mavericks can build a team, can motivate with their vision, their passion, and can pull together others to accomplish great things. A wise maverick knows that they need others to give full form to their views and can gather these necessary contributors around them.
Mavericks, in my experience, fall into various categories – a/ the totally off-the-wall, uncontrollable genius who won’t listen to anyone; b/ the person who thinks that they have the ONLY solution to a challenge but prepared to consider others’ views on how to conquer the world &, finally, the person who thinks laterally to overcome problems considered to be irresolvable. I like in particular the third category.
The upside is that mavericks, because of their different outlook on life, often sees opportunities and solutions that others cannot. But the downside is that often, because in life there is always some degree of luck in success (i.e. being in the right place at the right time), mavericks that fail are often ridiculed for their unorthodox approach. However when they succeed they are acclaimed for their inspiration. It is indeed a fine line they walk in life.”
― Ziad K. Abdelnour, Economic Warfare: Secrets of Wealth Creation in the Age of Welfare Politics
As water flows into time; humanity propels an infinite truest.
He’s not lost; just complicated, an enigma, between custom and thirst.
The wind’s his mistress; transfixing existing depths hurled to a pause,
In pursuit; of beauty with a lens, resolute however never resolved.
He is a man that walks a path bequeathed in honor and dignity,
A truth akin to surges from an ocean controlled by the anger in wind,
Centered in his frame; carrying it bearing no disrepute,
Yet there’s that wrinkle, a wanton speck in tenderness, moot.
Alike a smoothed bolder splitting the natural flow in a stream,
Or a lengthy journey commenced awaiting its symmetry.
Not the complete man, a tersely fragment lodged in his soul,
And at times between blinks it leaves him bare and cold.
Shaking his head to mend the painful silliness that seems to append,
And focus on the grace of life in the now, irrespective to the journey’s end.
Distinctive yet rebellious, perceptions tend to send,
For his allure’s an unorthodox merit of being a maverick among men.
I wrote this poem several years ago based on my impression of Blair Stuart. I hit the nail on the head, so to speak.... :)
I have changed the music up to Bruce Springsteen - Drive All Night which in my opinion fits this post and Blair's personality the best... Take a listen... remember people will show you how they feel.
Need your loving Sugar...
Diana Mary Sharpton
Diana Mary Sharpton
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”