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I keep getting this horrible feeling every now and again that I'm slowly losing my imagination... that it's seeping away, never to be bought back by my childlike nature that I'm doomed to lose... er, or something. But what IS imagination anyway?
As far as I can tell, the imagination, if it er, exists independently, is fueled by wanting to escape from life itself. Sounds very depressing, but it seems logical.
That the more you hate, or maybe feel nothing in the world you're involved in, the more your brain tries to escape through the imagination. Maybe it's not a completely solid reasoning, but there's got to be some truth in it.
And if we take that reasoning a little further, could it be possible to suggest, perhaps, that to improve your imagination, you just have to become bored of life some more?
It's a scary thought. At the moment I'm stuck over what I want to do with myself. Either to head into animation (which would probably require me doing an art foundation that I don't particularly want to do for reasons that have yet to return to me (I think they're around about my feet by now)), or to chase up my other dream of running a cinema, which er, isn't going to be particularly easy either. I think I'll let that one lie for a few decades actually.
If I'm to live by my imagination, am I destined to become even more bored of life, more of a hermit than I am already? Could, even, the boredom of art classes fuel a deeper relationship with my imagination?
And do stories in themselves just express the desire to leave this terrible world behind and lose themselves in one of their own?
Possibly. The last few years have been the most exciting in my life, and I guess my tendency to try to escape has been less than average.
So what am I supposed to do? Dull myself down, stay home and stare at walls?
It's strange, but with so much stress over what I'm supposed to be doing with myself, it's incredibly hard to lose myself in anything. So maybe it's not just the excitement in life, but the stress of it too. And that's not just for writing/drawing, but for losing myself in a movie, music too.
At least, that's what I'm hoping. That I can just carry on down my difficult decisions and peril etc, and somehow take a break, relax, and be rid of the stress of every day druge.
Now that I'm finally on medication for being psychotic (You have NO idea how close I was to becoming Batman), all that I've yet to conquer is my stress. Ok, I'm allowed to fear social situations, I'm a born and bred psychotic hermit, we know this. But I guess I could calm them.
Then the next question I guess would be, if stress is a factor of imagination, would the whole imagintive process require an open mind, and does the stress mentioned close the mind?
What closes a mind, and what can be described as an open mind anyway? Surely there's no perfect state that could possibly be reached, as our minds will always be closed to some extent.
A fearless, stressless, open mind + boredom of surroundings + time = Imagination?
Science for the unscientific. It's rotten.
But still, it does seem to be that different mind states do encourage more and less working of the imagination. The only imagination that seems to come of stress is hallucinations, and they're another topic altogether.
Phew. It's a good thing to go from thinking you need to make life worse for yourself, to wanting to reduce your stress levels. Hurrah for thinking things through.
But what do you think? Is the imagination a tool bought upon us as a defensive act towards wanting to kill ourselves, or just nonsense that somehow our minds trawl out? Who knows, and indeed, who cares.
But it seems to me, at least, that the imaginative aren't hermits that want to push life away from themselves, that hate life so much that they wish to escape from it... but instead, perhaps they're fearless towards life, not removing themselves or hiding away, but adding to life itself with open minds. Sniff.
I know it's just going from half empty to half full in more words, but it's something I've struggled to understand all my life. Imagination is very important to me, so to turn it around from being the escape of the fearful to the tool of the fearless is a big change for me.
Comments? If you read all that you probably need a rest anyway. Any good advice for relaxing?
As far as I can tell, the imagination, if it er, exists independently, is fueled by wanting to escape from life itself. Sounds very depressing, but it seems logical.
That the more you hate, or maybe feel nothing in the world you're involved in, the more your brain tries to escape through the imagination. Maybe it's not a completely solid reasoning, but there's got to be some truth in it.
And if we take that reasoning a little further, could it be possible to suggest, perhaps, that to improve your imagination, you just have to become bored of life some more?
It's a scary thought. At the moment I'm stuck over what I want to do with myself. Either to head into animation (which would probably require me doing an art foundation that I don't particularly want to do for reasons that have yet to return to me (I think they're around about my feet by now)), or to chase up my other dream of running a cinema, which er, isn't going to be particularly easy either. I think I'll let that one lie for a few decades actually.
If I'm to live by my imagination, am I destined to become even more bored of life, more of a hermit than I am already? Could, even, the boredom of art classes fuel a deeper relationship with my imagination?
And do stories in themselves just express the desire to leave this terrible world behind and lose themselves in one of their own?
Possibly. The last few years have been the most exciting in my life, and I guess my tendency to try to escape has been less than average.
So what am I supposed to do? Dull myself down, stay home and stare at walls?
It's strange, but with so much stress over what I'm supposed to be doing with myself, it's incredibly hard to lose myself in anything. So maybe it's not just the excitement in life, but the stress of it too. And that's not just for writing/drawing, but for losing myself in a movie, music too.
At least, that's what I'm hoping. That I can just carry on down my difficult decisions and peril etc, and somehow take a break, relax, and be rid of the stress of every day druge.
Now that I'm finally on medication for being psychotic (You have NO idea how close I was to becoming Batman), all that I've yet to conquer is my stress. Ok, I'm allowed to fear social situations, I'm a born and bred psychotic hermit, we know this. But I guess I could calm them.
Then the next question I guess would be, if stress is a factor of imagination, would the whole imagintive process require an open mind, and does the stress mentioned close the mind?
What closes a mind, and what can be described as an open mind anyway? Surely there's no perfect state that could possibly be reached, as our minds will always be closed to some extent.
A fearless, stressless, open mind + boredom of surroundings + time = Imagination?
Science for the unscientific. It's rotten.
But still, it does seem to be that different mind states do encourage more and less working of the imagination. The only imagination that seems to come of stress is hallucinations, and they're another topic altogether.
Phew. It's a good thing to go from thinking you need to make life worse for yourself, to wanting to reduce your stress levels. Hurrah for thinking things through.
But what do you think? Is the imagination a tool bought upon us as a defensive act towards wanting to kill ourselves, or just nonsense that somehow our minds trawl out? Who knows, and indeed, who cares.
But it seems to me, at least, that the imaginative aren't hermits that want to push life away from themselves, that hate life so much that they wish to escape from it... but instead, perhaps they're fearless towards life, not removing themselves or hiding away, but adding to life itself with open minds. Sniff.
I know it's just going from half empty to half full in more words, but it's something I've struggled to understand all my life. Imagination is very important to me, so to turn it around from being the escape of the fearful to the tool of the fearless is a big change for me.
Comments? If you read all that you probably need a rest anyway. Any good advice for relaxing?
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Cyclone wrote:
"you can't imagine something you have no memory, conscious or sub-conscious of"
Hmmm I disagree. I'm pretty sure you can imagine things that do not exist, that's kinda how we evolve.
And besides, I can draw a hellish scary monster that also doesn't exist. I can pull ideas of arms and legs and wheels etc, but it merges together with my own design. The imagination does not finish with imitation.
"you can't imagine something you have no memory, conscious or sub-conscious of"
Hmmm I disagree. I'm pretty sure you can imagine things that do not exist, that's kinda how we evolve.
And besides, I can draw a hellish scary monster that also doesn't exist. I can pull ideas of arms and legs and wheels etc, but it merges together with my own design. The imagination does not finish with imitation.
Imagination is completely inexplicable to me. I see it as a fusion of memories, of senses. In my case, mostly visual and aural, and I have this very strong sense of beauty in my imagination - it's what I focus on when I'm thinking. Music such as 'From The Morning' by Nick Drake collides with snap shot memories of skylines and the sea at certain points, islands I've been on, and it just builds up some massive picutre that is both too large to see at once and also is completely fluid and changing. I can't really describe it.. it's 'west' and just 'sublime'.....but it's what I believe in. All the good I see on a bright day is it..and all the hopes I feel on a dark day are it. It's far to intwined and cloudy to describe any better.
Imagination itself is all the stuff you've experianced cut up and put back together differently - you can't imagine something you have no memory, conscious or sub-conscious of. Sometimes, except for the above, erm, 'idea', my brain goes dead, and I have no imagination.
I rely on my imagination. Whatever happens, this world I believe in (not some fantay world, but the beauty of our world) comes to the fore, and is imovable.
Imagination itself is all the stuff you've experianced cut up and put back together differently - you can't imagine something you have no memory, conscious or sub-conscious of. Sometimes, except for the above, erm, 'idea', my brain goes dead, and I have no imagination.
I rely on my imagination. Whatever happens, this world I believe in (not some fantay world, but the beauty of our world) comes to the fore, and is imovable.
Hmmm ... I've never really thought about imagaination, it's always just kind of been there for me. Swelling and dimming with no particular logic.
Perhaps because I'm not the kind to ever be stressed out?
Or never thought about why inspiration struck, just went with it?
Maybe imagination is actually a way of reducing stress - induced by it, not supressed by it.
I dunno - but being alone usually makes you more imaginative, probably only because it's just you+ brain. Is that why the most imaginative people are most often quite reclusive?
Because when all you've got is your own mind, there's inifinite space for expansion?
Once again, I dunno.
I do know that after weeks of college, work, college-work etc etc the last thing I want to do is write. It all usually kicks off around this time of night, when I've been away from things for a good few hours.
Or is it because everyone's gone to bed, and I'm alone?
Or because I'm tired and more relaxed?
Damn you, leave me and my imagination alone. She doesn't like being questioned.
Perhaps because I'm not the kind to ever be stressed out?
Or never thought about why inspiration struck, just went with it?
Maybe imagination is actually a way of reducing stress - induced by it, not supressed by it.
I dunno - but being alone usually makes you more imaginative, probably only because it's just you+ brain. Is that why the most imaginative people are most often quite reclusive?
Because when all you've got is your own mind, there's inifinite space for expansion?
Once again, I dunno.
I do know that after weeks of college, work, college-work etc etc the last thing I want to do is write. It all usually kicks off around this time of night, when I've been away from things for a good few hours.
Or is it because everyone's gone to bed, and I'm alone?
Or because I'm tired and more relaxed?
Damn you, leave me and my imagination alone. She doesn't like being questioned.
I keep getting this horrible feeling every now and again that I'm slowly losing my imagination... that it's seeping away, never to be bought back by my childlike nature that I'm doomed to lose... er, or something. But what IS imagination anyway?
As far as I can tell, the imagination, if it er, exists independently, is fueled by wanting to escape from life itself. Sounds very depressing, but it seems logical.
That the more you hate, or maybe feel nothing in the world you're involved in, the more your brain tries to escape through the imagination. Maybe it's not a completely solid reasoning, but there's got to be some truth in it.
And if we take that reasoning a little further, could it be possible to suggest, perhaps, that to improve your imagination, you just have to become bored of life some more?
It's a scary thought. At the moment I'm stuck over what I want to do with myself. Either to head into animation (which would probably require me doing an art foundation that I don't particularly want to do for reasons that have yet to return to me (I think they're around about my feet by now)), or to chase up my other dream of running a cinema, which er, isn't going to be particularly easy either. I think I'll let that one lie for a few decades actually.
If I'm to live by my imagination, am I destined to become even more bored of life, more of a hermit than I am already? Could, even, the boredom of art classes fuel a deeper relationship with my imagination?
And do stories in themselves just express the desire to leave this terrible world behind and lose themselves in one of their own?
Possibly. The last few years have been the most exciting in my life, and I guess my tendency to try to escape has been less than average.
So what am I supposed to do? Dull myself down, stay home and stare at walls?
It's strange, but with so much stress over what I'm supposed to be doing with myself, it's incredibly hard to lose myself in anything. So maybe it's not just the excitement in life, but the stress of it too. And that's not just for writing/drawing, but for losing myself in a movie, music too.
At least, that's what I'm hoping. That I can just carry on down my difficult decisions and peril etc, and somehow take a break, relax, and be rid of the stress of every day druge.
Now that I'm finally on medication for being psychotic (You have NO idea how close I was to becoming Batman), all that I've yet to conquer is my stress. Ok, I'm allowed to fear social situations, I'm a born and bred psychotic hermit, we know this. But I guess I could calm them.
Then the next question I guess would be, if stress is a factor of imagination, would the whole imagintive process require an open mind, and does the stress mentioned close the mind?
What closes a mind, and what can be described as an open mind anyway? Surely there's no perfect state that could possibly be reached, as our minds will always be closed to some extent.
A fearless, stressless, open mind + boredom of surroundings + time = Imagination?
Science for the unscientific. It's rotten.
But still, it does seem to be that different mind states do encourage more and less working of the imagination. The only imagination that seems to come of stress is hallucinations, and they're another topic altogether.
Phew. It's a good thing to go from thinking you need to make life worse for yourself, to wanting to reduce your stress levels. Hurrah for thinking things through.
But what do you think? Is the imagination a tool bought upon us as a defensive act towards wanting to kill ourselves, or just nonsense that somehow our minds trawl out? Who knows, and indeed, who cares.
But it seems to me, at least, that the imaginative aren't hermits that want to push life away from themselves, that hate life so much that they wish to escape from it... but instead, perhaps they're fearless towards life, not removing themselves or hiding away, but adding to life itself with open minds. Sniff.
I know it's just going from half empty to half full in more words, but it's something I've struggled to understand all my life. Imagination is very important to me, so to turn it around from being the escape of the fearful to the tool of the fearless is a big change for me.
Comments? If you read all that you probably need a rest anyway. Any good advice for relaxing?
As far as I can tell, the imagination, if it er, exists independently, is fueled by wanting to escape from life itself. Sounds very depressing, but it seems logical.
That the more you hate, or maybe feel nothing in the world you're involved in, the more your brain tries to escape through the imagination. Maybe it's not a completely solid reasoning, but there's got to be some truth in it.
And if we take that reasoning a little further, could it be possible to suggest, perhaps, that to improve your imagination, you just have to become bored of life some more?
It's a scary thought. At the moment I'm stuck over what I want to do with myself. Either to head into animation (which would probably require me doing an art foundation that I don't particularly want to do for reasons that have yet to return to me (I think they're around about my feet by now)), or to chase up my other dream of running a cinema, which er, isn't going to be particularly easy either. I think I'll let that one lie for a few decades actually.
If I'm to live by my imagination, am I destined to become even more bored of life, more of a hermit than I am already? Could, even, the boredom of art classes fuel a deeper relationship with my imagination?
And do stories in themselves just express the desire to leave this terrible world behind and lose themselves in one of their own?
Possibly. The last few years have been the most exciting in my life, and I guess my tendency to try to escape has been less than average.
So what am I supposed to do? Dull myself down, stay home and stare at walls?
It's strange, but with so much stress over what I'm supposed to be doing with myself, it's incredibly hard to lose myself in anything. So maybe it's not just the excitement in life, but the stress of it too. And that's not just for writing/drawing, but for losing myself in a movie, music too.
At least, that's what I'm hoping. That I can just carry on down my difficult decisions and peril etc, and somehow take a break, relax, and be rid of the stress of every day druge.
Now that I'm finally on medication for being psychotic (You have NO idea how close I was to becoming Batman), all that I've yet to conquer is my stress. Ok, I'm allowed to fear social situations, I'm a born and bred psychotic hermit, we know this. But I guess I could calm them.
Then the next question I guess would be, if stress is a factor of imagination, would the whole imagintive process require an open mind, and does the stress mentioned close the mind?
What closes a mind, and what can be described as an open mind anyway? Surely there's no perfect state that could possibly be reached, as our minds will always be closed to some extent.
A fearless, stressless, open mind + boredom of surroundings + time = Imagination?
Science for the unscientific. It's rotten.
But still, it does seem to be that different mind states do encourage more and less working of the imagination. The only imagination that seems to come of stress is hallucinations, and they're another topic altogether.
Phew. It's a good thing to go from thinking you need to make life worse for yourself, to wanting to reduce your stress levels. Hurrah for thinking things through.
But what do you think? Is the imagination a tool bought upon us as a defensive act towards wanting to kill ourselves, or just nonsense that somehow our minds trawl out? Who knows, and indeed, who cares.
But it seems to me, at least, that the imaginative aren't hermits that want to push life away from themselves, that hate life so much that they wish to escape from it... but instead, perhaps they're fearless towards life, not removing themselves or hiding away, but adding to life itself with open minds. Sniff.
I know it's just going from half empty to half full in more words, but it's something I've struggled to understand all my life. Imagination is very important to me, so to turn it around from being the escape of the fearful to the tool of the fearless is a big change for me.
Comments? If you read all that you probably need a rest anyway. Any good advice for relaxing?
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