What is freedom?
Is it that nebulous fought-for guilt trip hanging over our collective heads?
Is it the parading naked with a half empty bottle of wine through your house, simply because it is yours and you can?
Is it a state of mind? A place? A feeling?
Is it something we create for ourselves, no matter our chains that bind us to reality?
Is freedom a fantasy?
...Let me get back to you on that.
05 November 2011
01 November 2011
Creation as an act of self expression
There are so many forms of artistic expression, that you might even call LIFE the great stage, the blank canvas, the running tape, or ball of yarn. Art is order from chaos, such that the universe itself is perhaps the most gorgeous example of all.
A person without an outlet for self expression is a person with a heavy shroud of lackluster experience, a sadness weighing them down that they perhaps do not even know or understand. He who puts pen to paper, she who outlines in oils, they who dance or sing or speak to greater effect than day to day ordinariness, they are the lighthearted, the open minded, the uplifted souls who beautify this otherwise meaningless existence.
Am I simply an idealist, here?
Creation is the process of imbuing life into something your mind bends, your hands form, and your will empowers. Life without creative aspect is no life at all. Inspiration is the divine wind that drives us, and muse the sensitive bitch who by turns loves and hates us.
To think of life as the fuel in the creative engine, you must also realize that it means you cannot shy from experiences. You cannot live small and insignificantly. You must grow, touch, learn, feel, and above all, think. You must do all these things to create something worth... everything.
A person without an outlet for self expression is a person with a heavy shroud of lackluster experience, a sadness weighing them down that they perhaps do not even know or understand. He who puts pen to paper, she who outlines in oils, they who dance or sing or speak to greater effect than day to day ordinariness, they are the lighthearted, the open minded, the uplifted souls who beautify this otherwise meaningless existence.
Am I simply an idealist, here?
Creation is the process of imbuing life into something your mind bends, your hands form, and your will empowers. Life without creative aspect is no life at all. Inspiration is the divine wind that drives us, and muse the sensitive bitch who by turns loves and hates us.
To think of life as the fuel in the creative engine, you must also realize that it means you cannot shy from experiences. You cannot live small and insignificantly. You must grow, touch, learn, feel, and above all, think. You must do all these things to create something worth... everything.
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