I spend 24 hours a day thinking, wondering, creating, and/or writing. Some things are worth telling others, and some are one of those "did you think before you opened your mouth" kind of things. But regardless, I share them because who knows? One of those moments could really mean something to someone else. It's like the age old saying, "One man's trash is another man's treasure." So trash or treasure, here is the hurricane also known as my brain.Any questions?
Sometimes, and more often than not, I cannot begin to grasp how extraordinary the human mind is. As a species, humans are capable of doing unimaginable things, but so few actually use the part of their brains that allow them to do so. Our imaginations and psyches are indescribably fascinating. And yet the majority of people I pass along my journey through life are two-dimensional. What is it that makes them so out of tune with themselves? Do they block their minds from thinking, for lack of a better term, out of the box? There should be no fear of exploring the depths within oneself. That’s the primary characteristic that distances myself and those I hold closest to me from general society. We breathe questions, analysis, observations, and theories. We push the limits of our brains to constantly learn about ourselves and the life engulfing us. The reasons this cannot be said about everyone walking this earth are unfathomable to me. What would stop one from desiring such? The fear of facing the grim realities? The need to be considered normal? Or just simply the art of doing things at their minimum capacities? Are people too lazy and/or busy to think anymore? Humans have traded their flesh and bones for engines and wires. Emotions are scarce, honesty is forced, and greatness is diminishing. True greatness to me is being in tough with the soul inhabiting your body and having no fear of sharing what is possesses. Tell a person how you feel about them, regurgitate an interesting fact you learned, discuss a thought you’ve been pondering about with another. That is what I admire; individuals whose true thoughts never cease and who grace others with their ideas. These people are artists, inventors, innovators, and philosophers. They are the type that are often ridiculed for their “unusual” ways of approaching and acting on things, merely because most of the world’s population chooses to take the shortcut. This is why we are accomplishing less as a country with each passing year. This is why copy-and-paste suburban towns are becoming more common than diverse cities, why fads are becoming epidemics, why the radio plays the same five “hits” on repeat day in and day out. We’re developing a phobia of thinking for ourselves. There’s an infinite number of excuses we could use for this, ranging from technology to the government, but ultimately it lies within our personal beings. We’re lacking culture, class, and understanding. Truthfully, I can’t say I believe it will ever change. It will worsen until eventually everyone will become spineless drones, living in identical homes, and wearing government issued uniforms. The earth will be blanketed by a sheet of grey clouds, white plumes bellowing out toward the heavens from the numerous towering smokestacks, and in the end it will be the perfect setting and character lineup for a Lois Lowry novel. Sounds more like “The Twilight Zone” to me, but who asked? I’m just one of those liberal free thinkers who believes in aliens and the self destruction of the human race. A looney bird like me can’t be trusted.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Records and of course the record player to accompany them.