Why
do we love and how do we even choose whom to love? What do we have a burning
passion for in our hearts and how do we hold true to this desire, without
causing havoc to our own universe and that of others? So many questions
thoughts and feelings spinning around in my head after watching but one movie.
As
I reflected on my way home over the movie of “YSL” which I had just seen, I was
inspired by the patterns flashing by outside by window, on a lonely country
side street. What is it like to be captured within a definition of a mind that
is both brilliant and tormented? A soul laced with a creative, expressive and
passionate heart, driven to explore but at whose cost? Do we as humans all
actually have the ability to love one, adore another and desire to be nurtured
by another? Is there even a possibility to be creative without it seeming out
of the norm? What is talent without a sense of madness? For doesn't the world
take on our reality, from the thoughts we project into words and place these
then into action?
The
seventies pushed us to question so many views, values and angles, which we had
not contemplated before. This movie, as you see inspired my mind into action.
That is what all art forms should do ~~~ then they, be it a film, an artwork or
a book, has achieved its purpose. It ignites a flame within us, which burns a
deep desire to investigate further. To finding the answers to these questions,
is then our work.
We
all have our own space on the grid of life. Each person has within his or her
area a ladder. It is your individual choice whether you climb, swing or sit
upon the railings. Or even discover other options which are open to you even if
maybe they are being a little out of the norm. Such as joining forces with one
another to build a platform, creating a new structure upon which to work.
That
is the creative aspect of the game and no one holds you to using your ladder in
the same manner as they do. It is all up to your own inner drive for developing
the “self” in “you” - yourself, whether you even stay with the ladder. Maybe
you would rather just jump into the grid and see what then happens? If madness
drives you to breaking it down and building a fire with the splinters, to dance
around it naked; so be it. You will just need to find out then, how you’re
going to continue along your pathway with another means of help, for your
ladder has now become flame and ash.
Not
all ladders are made the same. Perhaps yours can transform and change. Think on
the childhood game “snakes and ladders”. You often went three times up and
twice down within the shortest span of time and felt a sense of frustration at
want seemed your stagnated progress. Then just around the corner, a doubles was
rolled, and you suddenly overtook all and sundry, to be once again be “on top
of the ladder/world”. Sometimes the unexpected, could be a stroke of luck. Be
open to all moments of tension, disruption or unbalance as a means to get back
on track or perhaps make a new pathway.
Let
not any situation in your life keep you bound to the same routine. Question,
query and evaluate your life choices and directions. It is remember, your life!
You can love whom or when you want really. The boundaries now days are
unlimited to all even if the choice can be restricted by your own set of rules;
you place upon yourself (from your upbringing, religion, political or social
institutions to which you belong) to the game played; as long as you respect
yourself and others. You can climb, stagnate or swing on your life’s rope like
Tarzan over the trees in paradise; you will not be the only one who profits
from your direction. You will inspire others to break out and try something new
to.
Awareness
is a quality you have within you that requires your gentle nourishing, so it
can flourish; enriching your life now. Only first it has to be ignited and that
is what art does in all its various forms. Sometimes we then realize through a
creative venture how often we dreamed over future events and wistfully looked
back on the past, to have in the present moment missed the point of being here
now. That is the gift of another’s creativity to you - it connects us slowly
but surely to all coming together in this illusion we call life and opening to
the unlimited possibilities that are out there when we stop being bound by the
material world and its two dimensional view.
I
cry while watching a melancholy movie, laugh when I read a humorous book and
moan with passion when I hear a love longing song. Then I begin to write.
Your
Koruswhispers