“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
A New Moo
Monday, June 13, 2011
What is my new fascination with writing? I believe it has always been there, I’ve always admired it quietly and rather secretly. The opportunity of picking up a book, even as a child, and reading the words was a thrill. The admiration that someone could gather certain words, put them together in coherent sentences and paragraphs, with the ability to make my mind able to picture exactly what I thought the writer was trying to say is an exhilarating feeling! Many a day dreams have been produced with the help of a well written book.
I always wonder what kind of environment certain writers work in. It’s not hard to unrealistically imagine JK Rowling sitting in a little dimly lit room made into the earth, wands and potions surrounding, giving her the inspiration for Harry Potter. Logically, if I’m not mistaken, I remember reading about her sitting in a tea shop for hours, only ordering hot water, using her own tea bag on the account she literally didn’t have two nickels to rub together.
I imagine C.S. Lewis, sitting on the moors, overlooking the beautiful waters, and scenery, using that as his inspiration for Narnia (because really, couldn’t each and every one of us imagine us enjoying spending time there). When in reality, I can only imagine he truly sat behind a large Redwood desk, hand carved, possibly with a wardrobe to the side that he could imagine an ordinary piece of furniture into a traveling machine of sorts.
Of course, even as a child, I remember reading Stephen King books, imagining him working in an old
house guarded by a creepy iron gate, a lighthouse or two nearby. I can see him using material from a foggy Maine evening, utilizing his phobias to create a storyline for his fan base to creep-out while reading. Oh wait, he really does write like that in a house like that. My bad. Maine
So, what would my ideal location/environment be for me to be inspired and write freely when the urge washed over me? Well, it would be in a small house (of course, don’t we ALL want that?) out in the middle of nowhere, to experience the quietness and serenity needed. I would love for the room to be in a musty attic room, which is safe and cool, looking over a beautiful view whether it is the ocean, mountains or even just out in the country. Giving me the opportunity of reflecting on what appeals to my fancy, and challenges my writing skills and imagination.
Just in typing this up, and looking at these wonderful little areas of creativity, I am itching to jot down a million different things floating around my noggin. The opportunities are endless!
A New Moo
Friday, June 10, 2011
Of course, there will never be anyone just like myself.
There will always be different versions, parallel traits, similar tendencies, but never anyone exactly matching my thoughts, expressions, feelings, soul, spirit, creativity, personality or even actions. That can be said for each and every one of you as well.
one-of-a-kind; w/out equal
I know that everyone abuses this word, making people roll their eyes at even a glance in a comment. The word unique has become over used, just like several other words that mean, original, different, etc. Let’s try the word unprecedented, I’m sure to some extent that word is also over used, but far less by myself, and possibly others. It has its own meaning yet generalizes that of original.
Ever since I was a child, I had the tendency to feel out of place. Look at that as you will, I am sure a lot of children felt that way. Forever I was told I have an old soul and at that young, I never understood what they meant. I do know that I could watch a person, pick up on their sadness and then I felt sad too. I cried easily at movies, I took things extremely personal (wasn’t everyone supposed to take things personally?) and told a lot that I was such a girl and a crybaby. Well, I was a girl, and I did cry, just as every child, regardless of the gender or age should do when their emotions trigger their “feel bad”.
If you ask me if even boys should have cried, well hell yes, they have feelings don’t they? If they are standing amongst their friends and someone says something hurtful, do you think they should just take it? Leave it bottled up inside, telling themselves over and over again how stupid, ugly, fat, thin, poor, etc they are? Why is it that our society feels that boys should never express what they are feeling? Do you not believe this makes them dysfunctional on several different levels? Men that tell their sons to “toughen up and deal with it” have issues of their own.
This works with girls as well. Telling a girl she can not do something a boy would do (that’s a man’s job) is just plain ridiculous. I get the whole upper strength situations on some careers, but on a broad aspect of options, girls really can do nearly everything a boy can. Why must society say that if we are girls aren’t playing with dolls or wearing dresses, we aren’t acting in a socially acceptable manner? How is that entire realm of demographic profiling even considered morally and spiritually acceptable?
I will be the very first to admit, I wear my heart on my sleeve, I have never denied that. Some days are easier than others. Each and every day brings (to all of us to one degree or another) our own tolerances in haters, abusers, levels of friendship, our definition of stupidity; that list could never be verbalized upon one write up, it would take days, weeks, years to name all of those things we measure, either trying to level them out or accept it and move on.
I will also acknowledge the fact that my feelings do get hurt easily. If you are blessed with the ability to let things roll off your should and slough it off, be thankful; I work every day of my adult life trying to NOT feel the domino effect of another’s words/actions in my life. I recognize this flaw, and have come (believe it or not) a very long way from where I started out, yes, even on social networks. I am going to say, 11 years ago, being on(that version of so) social network meant, Telnet chat sites, Live Journal, Citizen X, etc.
I can easily have a disagreement with someone, as long as there is some common courtesy and a tad bit of empathy that is displayed on both sides. If anyone feels they must express forceful words, intimidating actions/reactions or loud stern scolding, results in something other than disagreeing, technically it is then an argument. I do not do well with confrontation; I never have, and most likely never will. I struggle in hurting the feelings of others, even when I might be trying to explain, protect or defend myself. My entire being can not function in that manner. Some people understand that in me, some people do not, nor do they care to. Showing any form of humility, suggests weakness to them, when for me it is a very emotionally sad feeling.
Clearly, I am not perfect, as no one else around me that I love and adore is either. When stating this very obvious fact, I am not proclaiming to be broken, merely hardwired differently. I am not flawed, but neither are you.
When I am your friend, I want you to feel you can come to me with problems or needs. I want to be remembered as an individual whose heart was true, always trying to find justice and/or acceptance for everyone I encounter. I do have my selfish needs, I worry about people that don’t want or maybe even need that burden (I’m working on this). I am able love in a way that some people can’t handle, feel awkward with, would rather ridicule instead of understand or accept. I enjoy making and seeing people smile, laugh or feel happiness. I love being goofy, and I do own my fair share of snarkiness that doesn’t always settle well with people. I am not weak, but I do possess certain weakness, although, who made the determination on what is weakness and what is an attribute? Did our society today fall off the wrong side of the wall, persecuting what could potentially be what the intentions of this planet were founded on?
- Loving thy neighbor?
- Innocent until proven guilty?
- Treat others as you would want yourself (or even let’s say your mother) to be treated?
- The responsibility of our own actions?
- Embracing Humility and Humanity?
Obviously that is a mere drop in the bucket when it comes to basic foundations of what human creatures of earth are technically responsible for. We trade love for distrust.
Once I was called a psychopath by a person who consistently lies, well, sir, to you I say, I am no more a psychopath than you are an honest and kind man. I choose to express my feelings, because I walk away from being disgraced or lied about, a psychopath does not make. You must either hurt so badly that you want the entire world to hurt with you, or, you are completely detached from anyone and care only for your own welfare. Something I can not change, nor wish to change, that is your issue to deal with, not mine.
If our paths cross(ed), and it has become tiresome to both of us, or even stressful, it’s time to part ways. I have not travelled your life path, and you have not travelled mine. The opportunity to know one another is gift enough, accept the outcome and search for the next turn in your destiny.
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