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Oct. 26th, 2012

Cloud Atlas

Cloud Atlas was a brilliant read, from start to finish.
Quite a happy coincidence that I finished the book on the day the film comes out. Heading to see it this evening.

 

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Oct. 24th, 2012

Honor

Honor is everything to me. If you know me, even for a small amount of time, you figure that out rather quickly. As I sit here in this corporate coffee chain store, waiting for a girl I love to get off of work so we can spend our afternoon together, the idea of 'words are wind' is an alarming measure to little things in life right now.   

The girl who I speak of, uses words to write songs, I use words to reinforce ideas, and come up with new ideas. Words can be used in so many facets of life it's almost impossible to simplify what can or cannot be accomplished with words.  Though after the thick of it all, words are wind. What mindlessness are these letters that I put together to make an idea for which to create something out of nothing that will in the end still be nothing? 

Losing yourself in thought can happen easily.

If it's winded words that flow from my mind to the tips of my fingers in writing this, I decree that it's heartfelt and luminous to my mind. But the steel in my bones and iron in my muscles will prove in time. I would drop my life and hope you read the fine print of what it is that I choose to merit in my heart. You will know it or not. Know my soul.
Winded words flow from my mind to the tips of my fingers which you may think is fine but only one can kiss them and it's probably not you.
And if it is then I choose to say that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes upon and while you are not here right now you are in my heart and without these words we would be forever apart.
For I am in love. 
As is she.
As is she. 

The core of it all

I feel like writing is essential to personal growth and development. To write, express language, it's needed in life to progress. Reading is good for letting the mind learn, but to really grow.. I feel that you need to use the words your brain stores in it's endless maze of connections and memories. Get them out in any way you can.. Write, sing, draw, paint..
More so than writing, reflection, journalling, listening to yourself and your desires. To truly follow what you want to do is more difficult now than it ever has been. You can't just go out and set off on a journey to figure out what you want, things are 'expected' of you. Go to school, get a degree, get a job, get a house, find a mate, have children, settle down. That's the life that is for the 'modern man'. What if it's the life of the hero that we want? Are we shamed into defeat, set to follow a path that is already predestined to give you nothing that you really care for in life?
Not many people can use their hands anymore to create things they love. I'm one of them. I wish I was skilled at painting, music, or crafting. I haven't found an opportunity for myself to take it to be able to learn one of the arts or crafts I desire to learn. 
Writing is essential for me. I love to write poetry. I may not be good at it, but it makes me feel nice to put paper to pen and allow the words to flow out of my mind onto the parchment. It's just a hobby. 
We all need hobbies. 

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