Broken escalators are still stairs
It’s been so long since I wrote something. It’s just that after entering university, I thought that I would end up just writing more, but that didn’t happen. Anyway, today I thought I would write just for fun. In the end of the next few posts, I hope I get something across.
What is imagination? What is true? What is reality?These are questions I’ve been thinking about for some time now.
It’s amazing how deep the contrast is between how small we are and how big our minds are. Just look at those photos of us from space. We’re so small, so limited in our perspective. If it were not for our God-given power of absorbing knowledge and empowering imagination with that data, who knows where we would be today?
Today, I look at science magazines and I see proof of not just what we’ve achieved as human beings, but also what we have yet to achieve. Every invention or discovery opens a new door and a huge question mark smiles at us. I guess that’s how development works. The imagination and power of thought that has brought us this far works by framing questions.
It’s amazing how imagination unfolds itself in us. There is that part of imagination that just brings pictures in front of you. You don’t now how they come about. Like a dream in your sleep, they come uninvited and leave at their own time. It seems as if you have no voluntary power over their formation. It is a combination, a strange mixture of many things that pass your mind. A little from here, a little from there. It’s like a creole language of emotions. They can get the idea across, though they have been derived from many sources.
Then there’s the other kind of imagination. The one where you are asked to imagine within certain boundaries, usually within the boundaries of science. Every block of that final picture is evaluated. A question is asked at every step of the way. Should this piece exist in the final picture? And there are truly only two answers possible: a yes, or a no.
It is through such a simple system, that we’ve expanded our perspective, our picture of what life really is, of what truth really is. Yes, we are indeed very complicated while being utterly simple.
Isn’t that a something that incites a great epiphany?
Maybe, Maybe not…..
‘Every work of art is an explosion of a lifetime of creative thoughts that passes through the mind of an artist’ – Stefan 🙂
For many years I’ve felt that our fascination for many things is very much connected to our inability to explain our object of fascination. It is not the factual information we know that raises our fascination but what we don’t know.
Every song, every book, every blog post, every word you say is influenced by the information you have collected from your birth to that moment in your life. Every creation is a result of millions of thoughts of a unique person and thus, a unique way of thinking.
When you look at the Mona Lisa, you see the result of the millions of thoughts that passed through the mind of the great Leonardo Da Vinci in the many years he spent before that canvas. And you immediately question why he painted it. You look for an answer in the canvas before you. An answer for a question that is explained completely only by the millions of thoughts that passed through the complicated mind of the famous painter.
The ‘what’ question is not the signature of human fascination. It is merely a bridge to the first question that sparks research – the ‘why’
When you see art, it is like standing in the middle of an explosion of millions of creative thoughts that could have passed through the mind of an artist. An explosion sparked by a question of ‘why’ it’s there, why the artist made it the way it is. You only see a few fragments during the explosion, parts of the painting or the song that clicks with you. Different people see different fragments of the creativity of the artist and we all form our own opinions and conclusions.
We are all great artists in the sense that we all feel a very similar level of emotion when we are creating something new. The difference lies in how well we are able to take the person witnessing our work of art, to the level of emotion we were at, when we were creating the art. There is the art that talks of great complex things, philosophy and ideology, and then there is the art that talks of simple things, everyday things that we all know of. But both find place in the museum.
It’s not just about what you speak but how you convey it.
Songs, poems, paintings and novels are all explosions of somebody’s creative thoughts that evolved through a lifetime of thinking. Many strings of thought, forced into a small canvas or a 3 minute song. Kinda like taking all the water on the earth and filling it into a balloon
This is why successful people are often people who’ve been denied and rejected many times. The time they spend, sticking to what they do, one day, becomes really explosive. Their strings of thought and experience become so long, they cannot be forced into a few words or a few strokes of paint. But when they do, they are explosive. You can’t figure it all out. There’s no cliché when you read a really explosive story. You just can’t predict what happens next. You have no idea of what’s going on!
Because there is a lot of input that went into it. A lot of detail, detail that makes it more real to you.
What is your passion? What do you have in abundance? What is that hidden talent?
Bring it on! Put everything you know out there. Use every ounce of resource you have. And then force it into as small a package as you can. Make it into a blog post, a painting, a song. Make it explosive.
Why did Da Vinci spend 12 years of his life before the Mona Lisa?
He was bringing in all he knew, he was trying to put in all those millions of creative thoughts and ideas into that one canvas that would change history. He was creating something explosive. He was creating a ‘masterpiece’!
It’s all about an endless space of remarkable potential, a blank space. It’s all about filling it with who you are and what you know.
Every work of art is an explosion. Some are small and some are big, but behind every work of art, there is a very similar excitement. It’s all about bringing that out. It takes time and in time, that explosion of words and that explosion of colour, grows into something magnificent, something that changes history.
Let’s all work on our small explosions. Let’s stick to it and make it something wonderful!
What do you think about ‘explosion’ ?
Comment. Share. Be a part of the movement! 🙂
The wind whips through my hair combing it with cool air. The sand reaches and clings to my feet each time the water comes in. The water is cool to the ear, soft to look at and noisy to the touch. It is transparent in its beauty, but vast and without boundaries. Opaque to the eye, hiding what lies beneath the surface and where it ends. But take it in a glass and it becomes transparent.
That is how I explain the beach.
It’s a weird beauty I think. A strange juxtaposition of the fluidity of water and the solidity of the earth. They come together to create this great scenic beauty that we cannot describe in words. In this beauty we find solace, calm, even romance. We cherish the moments we spend by the sea. We love sitting there feeling the water, the sandy earth and the wind all at once. A strange yet beautiful mix.
You walk on the wet sand, your footprints leave a mark. You walk into the sea, you look back and I assure you, you will not see your footprints.
So different and yet the sand and the sea create such beauty!
I was thinking about this yesterday. I had just woken up to the sound of rain. The lightning, the water pelting on my window and the rolling thunder all forced me to remain in my bed, my eyes fixed on the window and think. It’s amazing how God has brought together all these different things to create the captivating natural beauty we see around us.
Another thought passed through my mind when I was thinking about this.
Isn’t this what our world is like?
We are all different, yet together we create such beauty.
The ‘difference’ among us adds to the beauty.
Today we see people parting ways because they are different. We see friends breaking up just because they are different. Today, we look for similar. We don’t try to find ‘different’. We don’t want ‘different’ because ‘different’ calls for effort, sacrifice and courage.
We want everything to just work out. We want relationships to just move on like a train on a straight, endless track. And it’s only normal that we should think this in an age where everything is made for comfort. But it’s not always ‘easy’ that creates value and beauty but ‘sacrifice’, ‘love’ and ‘courage’ when it comes to many things in life.
Yes, there are times when you need to part ways. But there are times when you can work things out. When you know there is hope. There are also times when you cannot part ways, like when it’s family. But when you emerge from it, in victory and in joy, you will see beauty. You will see the beauty that comes when sea meets sand.
Putting time into understanding each other is important. It just doesn’t come to you. You have to pick up the book, open it and learn. That is when the sea becomes like water in a glass- transparent. It is at the edge of the sea, where it meets the sand, that the sea is the most transparent. The more you stay together, the more you learn.
There are times when you have to part ways with people, but there are also times when you can work things out. We are all different. Understanding each other and learning to love and forgive and accept is what creates the best of friendships, the best of marriages.
God made us different. There’s a reason why.
I hope you guys got something from this post.
What do you think?
Comment. Share. Be a part of the movement!
God bless! 🙂
Thanks for dropping by. For the next few minutes, I am going to take you into my perspective on life. You guys have been so supportive and I am very grateful for every like and every comment. Let’s live life beautiful!
I was helping out at church today along with some of my friends on a programme for kids. After some time we decided to take a break.
When you are old, the games you played when you were ridiculously young suddenly become so amusing and entertaining in many ways. Not like I am old or anything. I mean I’m just 17! But you know………..
So we took some colouring books lying there and decided we were going to colour them. We set out on this venture armed with mini crayons and sketch pens. I was actually thinking of doing something else so I was not as enthusiastic as the other guys in our group but I thought I’d do it anyway.
So we sat down and started colouring in between jokes and loud laughs. But as time passed on, the place became extremely quiet. I was surprised at how concentrated I was on getting the curves of the flower just right. It was just amazing. In a split second, I had been snatched away from reality and embedded into a reality that once existed in my past, in my childhood.
You guys know I love art. But as of late, I’ve been more into just pencils and sketching and that sort of thing. I am not professional or anything. I just love doing it. I’ve not added any colour to my art in years. So, when I held those mini crayons it was like an small wave of electricity passed through me.
And I absolutely truly loved it.
As a kid, I used to completely ‘sleep’ in my art, as I like to call it. I would lose what little attachment I had to what was going on around me.
I felt that today.
And it was magical.
I believe as kids, we all ‘sleep’ in our art. As parents, you might have used crayons and colouring books to make that toddler settle down or calm down your baby. You see this phenomena at it’s best in babies. Give a crying baby anything new and she will stop crying instantly. It’s what I like to call ‘baby love at first sight’. A true passion for curiosity and learning. I believe we sleep in our colouring because every time we put the brush to the paper, we learn something new.
Why do I ‘sleep in my playing’ when I learn a new song on the guitar?
Because I am learning something ‘new’.
But as time passes by, we stop doing that. We have trouble concentrating. We have trouble resting while working.
Why do we find it hard to fall asleep in what we study at school? ( Ironically)
Is it because we have stopped adding colour to our art?
Is it because we have kept creativity waiting at the door too long?
What do you think?
It’s high time we thought about the way we learn things. Look at nature. God has created this universe in a way that even the scientist who has been glued to his telescope for a significant part of his life, falls asleep in what he sees.
Why is it that kids hate what they learn at school?
Why is it that we are fed up with work?
Why do you think we find refuge and peace in hobbies like blogging?
Creativity is an important part of learning because it uses resources that are the very basic languages of human cognizance like colour, sound and movement. Incorporating them into every activity we engage in, everything we learn and everything we teach is an important part of making the process enjoyable and comfortable.
I hope you guys enjoyed this post. What is your perspective?
Comment. Share. Be a part of the movement.