Sunday, December 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
"life is indirect and has to be interpreted using significant particulars"
I'm anticipating that if all goes as planned, this could very well be my last semester at Saddleback, and I could very well be starting my journey through literary journalism at UCI next fall. I'd cross my fingers, but I'm hoping that my grades are competitive enough to be accepted.
With that said, I'm excited to admit that I'm finally taking classes that interest me. Classes that actually matter to my state of being, and who I am aspiring to be. For the first time in years I'm more than partially intrigued, and more inspired than I have yet to realize. This realization, however, is what lead me back here; a place that I've left and forgotten for far too long.
And for this, I apologize not to anyone else but myself. I could say that this is a very late apology for neglecting creativity, inspiration, and the motivation to do more than exist in a world of routine, and obligation. I've forgotten quite easily how to fall out of love with learning, reading, writing, and rather, I've neglected to stimulate and invest in the creative, intellectual and abstract outlets needed for my own well being. I've denied myself of this for longer than I would like to admit, that I would like more than anything to be able to articulate my goals and desires without hesitation. That words, language, literature, and imagination conveyed in the way of text have always been able to stimulate me more than I'd like to give credit. It wasn't until recently that I could even admit this to myself, that I want to be a writer for a living. What I wouldn't do to be able to use pen and paper to convey my imagination and creativity.. And in doing so, I wouldn't mind living a dozen lifetimes.
I've learned from literature that life is reflected as a constant data table of events and situations. The relationships we make, the time that we invest, and all of our routines are mapped out as data leading us closer to our interpretation of the meaning of life. I am told that only a handful of these situations and events are significant particulars-- meaning that only a handful of these events are significant to the overall picture.
This is one of those moments; my very first consciously noted "significant particular".
With that said, I'm excited to admit that I'm finally taking classes that interest me. Classes that actually matter to my state of being, and who I am aspiring to be. For the first time in years I'm more than partially intrigued, and more inspired than I have yet to realize. This realization, however, is what lead me back here; a place that I've left and forgotten for far too long.
And for this, I apologize not to anyone else but myself. I could say that this is a very late apology for neglecting creativity, inspiration, and the motivation to do more than exist in a world of routine, and obligation. I've forgotten quite easily how to fall out of love with learning, reading, writing, and rather, I've neglected to stimulate and invest in the creative, intellectual and abstract outlets needed for my own well being. I've denied myself of this for longer than I would like to admit, that I would like more than anything to be able to articulate my goals and desires without hesitation. That words, language, literature, and imagination conveyed in the way of text have always been able to stimulate me more than I'd like to give credit. It wasn't until recently that I could even admit this to myself, that I want to be a writer for a living. What I wouldn't do to be able to use pen and paper to convey my imagination and creativity.. And in doing so, I wouldn't mind living a dozen lifetimes.
I've learned from literature that life is reflected as a constant data table of events and situations. The relationships we make, the time that we invest, and all of our routines are mapped out as data leading us closer to our interpretation of the meaning of life. I am told that only a handful of these situations and events are significant particulars-- meaning that only a handful of these events are significant to the overall picture.
This is one of those moments; my very first consciously noted "significant particular".
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Let's shake hands and skip the introduction...
I am hesitant to say that this is not the introduction, as I am a firm believer that even the most worthy introdutions cannot in any way forshadow the connection that may or may not develop.
I am hoping though, we as human beings remain open minded, as we are all in search of something worthy of exploration. To each his own-- and I am proud to say that this is mine. I would like to atleast attempt to paint a picture through words and pictures of what my brain creates, digests and interprets, and illustrate a collection of things that I am intrigued by, or otherwise just find fascinating.
The mind is brilliant, and I am not so sure that words, or pictures, or objects, or colours, or blogs in that matter, can ever fully illustrate our imaginations, fears, desires and thoughts. I am not fully sure that one human being can fully know another because of this constant evolution. But I am sure that we all want to try. && alas, here is MY attempt.
I suppose that most of what we do or say is premeditated and completely intentional. As if a reaction is almost always anticipated. We create actions and words so that actions may be created in form response to the original prose; and vice versa until some sort of communication is created, obtained, interpreted and processed in our brains. Some of it is positive, while most of it might be straight up garbage. I have to say that one should be open to interpretation; and on that note certainly reserve the right to agree or disagree.
I'm pleased to meet you; I hope that we could get along.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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