Life Is An Impossibly Big Mountain

Hello Everyone,

I’m here posting today as a mark of the fact that I am not permanently gone. I have not given up on this blog!

I recently edited one of my old poems because I felt it could be greatly improved, and it was something I experimented with giving a new meaning. By that I mean that I wanted to take a new twist with the words I had already written out. Hope you enjoy!

Life is like an impossibly big mountain

Intimidating in stature, blocking my path

Path to what? I don’t really know

I thought I had it all figured out

 

I’ve tried to climb it

Like everyone does, like everyone can

But I fall every time, every time I try

I don’t even feel like I have a choice, like I get a say

So I try again,

Only to fall once more

 

Sometimes, it feels like I’m finally getting somewhere

Somewhere far way

Somewhere better than this place

Better than anything I’ve got right now

And then I’ll look down and freeze with fear

Seconds later I’m tumbling through the air

 

I know my struggle is futile

But it’s strange,

Because I can’t help but hope

That something will change

 

And so I climb this mountain

Starting from the floor

Only to climb again,

Only to fall once more

-mrprose

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Friday Question: What is Authentic Art?

Hello everyone,

It’s Friday! Who doesn’t love a Friday? It’s a great day to ponder on meaningful questions, don’t you think? Well guess what, I have one.

I’m endlessly intrigued by how people view the world. I find it simply amazing that we can all have our own ideas and perspectives on the same thing. Who’s to say everyone’s perception of color, sense of hearing, or interpretation of smell is the same? Different people enjoy different genres of music, different styles of writing, different architecture. Our world is so diverse. The same goes for art.

Just like anything in history, art has progressed massively through the ages. The discoveries of man have always been reflected in the arts of every culture. We yearn to express ourselves.

Art

Are those art pieces? (Photo credit: A.Currell)

I cannot say that I am drawn to, or connect with all forms of art. There are songs I hear or paintings I see or poems I read that I simply dislike. I may not connect with the message, or maybe it has the feel of being sloppily made. Perhaps you get the impression that it’s an ordinary piece of ‘artwork’ that in itself has no uniqueness, or any sort of deeper message. I have commonly heard disgust directed toward modern works of art, because they do not follow traditional rules. The price-tag in particular can sometimes be cause enough for outrage.

So here’s my question for you, my readers: What do you think is authentic artwork? What holds meaning, has a powerful message, or is a true work of expression, in your opinion? What is worthy or being called ‘art’?

I’m excited to hear what all of you have to say… happy Friday!

–mrprose

What a Constrained World We Live In

Asleep on desk

You choose when you wake up, when you let your curiosities, your passion lead you to discovery. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We’re living as if we’re asleep.

Our world is set by a system that focuses on hiding emotion away, and creative thinking is seen as unconventional and inconvenient. Even when creativity is sometimes supported, it’s never seen as efficient or effective, the things that corporations and governments are entirely focused on. Why are all these problems in the headlines of our news coming up? Why do so many things seem to be in the midst of a crisis? These things have to start meaning something to us. What are we doing that’s not working?

“Stupidity” is blatantly apparent all over the place. We all see it, and point it out, but at the same time, in many ways, we’re contributing to it. We’re participating in making that way of living a reality.

A lot of this lack of common sense is from the need for emotional release. We constrain ourselves from social pressures or other restrictions like our own personal beliefs. Eventually, the need for release will escape your walls, somehow, in some way. Sometimes it’s doing silly, thoughtless things for attention or to show defiance. It’s great to let loose, but not in a reckless harmful way.

Cover of "Visioneers"

Cover of Visioneers (Movie)

Many of us are taught not to think, just do what you know. Be safe, be conservative, and nothing bad can happen. Live a life like that, and you lose your ambition, your passion. Just like in the movie Visioneers, it’s obvious the unhappiness there is in living without any higher purpose.

And that’s exactly what I believe we need to rediscover. Our higher purpose. Why are we here? What are we doing, what can we discover during our time on this planet. Many of us have fallen asleep, we’ve lost what it was like to explore the secrets of ourselves.

Wake up. That’s always the first step. There is a world out there, outside of your bubble, but it doesn’t exist for you until you open your eyes from your thoughtless slumber. Stop blocking your emotions, free yourself to feel. Suddenly, it’s no longer the stupidity you’re contributing to, but the beauty.

–mrprose

It’s About the Journey, not the Destination

Hello again,

I’ve really begun to notice a particular pattern in my writing on this blog. In my thinking itself. I always seem to write about destinations. Ending points in learning or acceptance or the like. A finale of some sort. I see myself envisioning that sometimes, and thus it has been translated in my writing.

Awards Mark an End, Beginning

Ooooh is that for me? (Photo credit: DVIDSHUB)

I find myself almost romanticizing the “end” of the journey/journeys that we go on. There are many, and some are difficult. On those paths, I hope to have some sort of great prize awaiting my arrival. The truth, though, is that life is not really so much about the destination, the ending place one arrives at, as it is about the pathway and experiences one takes away from the whole thing.

Look at your life. Doesn’t the vast majority of it seem to be ‘on the way to somewhere’? It’s always another climb, another great distance to cross. We look only at the horizon where we hope to eventually be, and never at the ground beneath our feet, a place that deserves more of your attentionthan anything. Because it doesn’t just end. The path you just took leads to a hundred more, as the process of discovery is not a short one.

Road to Denali - Mountains - Alaska

That mountain up ahead? One might see it as the final destination of their journey, but in reality, it’s just another part of the journey itself. (Photo credit: blmiers2)

Those that look back on their lives and regret not doing more are the people that had their eyes glued on the horizon and nothing else.

Doesn’t it always seem as though the road you’re currently on is just a never-ending lane of endlessness? Sometimes that’s just exactly what it is. I’m not saying nothing ever changes nor am I saying that that single road will stretch on forever onto the very edges of our universe. I’m saying that you’re always on some sort of road, and that cycle of roads never ends. It explains the sometimes painful monotony we all come up against. I don’t see how growth can ever have a final point. I don’t believe true “perfection” can ever be achieved as long as we’re human. It’s something that frankly doesn’t exist for us. Thus, I do not think that those thoughts deserve their space in our collective minds.

Destination Unknown

I don’t know where exactly I’m going right now. Maybe I never will. But I’m not going to let my expectations limit the possibilities of what can be. (Photo credit: VinothChandar)

We like to have a point, an exact location where we can set our minds up for expectation. Results of some kind, whatever kind we imagine up and settle on. It’s a closed minded way of living. It’s that kind of mentality that can ruin the experience of the whole adventure.

To learn about what life is all about, it’s meaning to you, a shift in mindset has to be made. No longer can we march through life with all our focus on the reward perched at the ‘end’ of the road. We rush through far too often, attention on the things that don’t feed our souls. Living like that leads only to the unhappiness that is so apparent in our world today.

Instead, I believe our attention and energy should be concentrated on the journey of exploration and discovery, of mistakes and learning. That is where the true rewards, the truly important pieces of life lie.

It’s not about getting there, it’s not about how quickly one can arrive. It’s about what you take away from your experiences on the way there. Growth and learning has no limit. It’s about the journey, not the destination.

–mrprose

It Matters

He was an average man. He was old, and in many respects, lived his live in an ordinary way. He drifted through life without too much thought. He just did what he knew he could do, and what he knew he would need to survive.

One day, he took one of his customary walks in the forest, as part of his daily routine. Being an observer of nature was something he enjoyed.

Taking the usual road, the man arrived at a clearing where he stumbled upon the sight of a young boy. The boy appeared to be sloppily picking up garbage that had gathered by a tree stump. Stopping to look, he saw that this boy, no older than eleven, was completely focused on his task and had not heard the old man approaching.

The man, curious if he was seeing wrong, asked the boy, “Child, what are you doing?”

The boy turned from his work, startled at first, but then grinning widely, “I’m helping nature.”

Baffled, the man tried to explain to the boy what he was doing: “There are miles and miles of forest on our planet. So much so that even I, in my old age, have not seen it all. What

It Matters

you are doing makes no difference at all – look at all of it around you!” The man chuckled to himself. This was not an ordinary thing for a child, or anyone for that matter, to do!

The boy turned back to his work without answering, and this made the smirk on the man’s face fade slightly. The boy propped a weak, startling purple-blue flower against the trunk of a tree, and positioned its head to be under a beam of light. The boy then pulled out all of the weeds that were dangerous to the flower as he replied to the man.

“It made a difference to that flower.”

–mrprose

Mean What You Say, Say What You Mean

We’re creatures blessed with voices. A tool that’s as powerful as we make it. The truly talented speakers of our world can deliver beautiful and life-changing messages with their voices alone.

A powerful voice is one filled with confidence, one that speaks the truth and can be trusted. It is music to the ears and rings with accuracy to the heart.

A true voice does not require sound. The voice one has can shine through writing and art, through actions. It’s the way we communicate to the world, consciously of not. Every person has a voice, just as they have a personality. In fact it often seems one’s voice is a reflection of their personality.

Yet many of these voices in our world are lying, dishonest. They’re weak and insecure. Instead of create music to be enjoyed, they contribute to a cacophony of noise. These voices are but a shadow of what they could be, as they speak much but say little.

It is an extension of the self and capable of infinite possibilities. The only limit is it’s master… you.

Discover your voice. Use it with full belief. No one can stop you.

–mrprose

Ideas – The Beginnings of Everything

Hello,

It’s Sunday, so I’m going to keep it short today. That’s because today is a restful day, and not many people read blogs on Sunday anyway.

I suppose what I’ve been noticing in particular today is the concept of ideas. What are ideas, where do they come from, why do they come to us?

It’s such a unique thing to ponder about, considering everything in our modern day world started with an idea or a collection of ideas. It’s fascinating just to fantasize about who came up with what ideas, but even more so how they have evolved – where they have gone, what they have become, where they are going.

I like to think about ideas in relation to literature, as a starting point. How physical objects, like a special pair of shoes, can inspire the ideas for a world that exists in our imaginations. All writing is a reflection of how one perceives the world, and many ideas spark other ideas.

Then I look at the rest of the world, and I can hardly fathom all that I am attempting to understand. Who came up with the invention of straws? Who decided we should use stop lights for traffic? Who thought up the idea to use headphones? There is so much out there, with so much history behind everything. I love the show How It’s Made, but even they cannot express the culture that these ideas collectively create. Ideas are the beginnings to everything. The have built up what the world is today.

So what if the internet, or the lightbulb, or even the zipper were never invented as they were in our reality? How would things be different? This spills into the theories of parallel universes and alternate realities. I won’t go so much into that today, as it’s Sunday, but that is something to which I will certainly return.

The point I’m trying to get at is that everything, everything has a story behind it. It’s why our world has so many kinds of “unique.” These ideas have been left to evolve, to grow into new things. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for not. They blend together and become new things. The amount of possibility is limitless.

And I think that this is part of what makes that specialness that’s often inexplicable about life. There is such an intricate, beautiful web of history that together builds up our lives. And all of this begins with simple notions, simple conceptions from you or me.

Think on that.

–mrprose