Never Force Creativity.

The situation of torment between Natural Force vs. Forced Nature

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I have never forced myself to write. I believe my writing is a creative gift bestowed upon me, it is my karma, something I am destined to do forever. Even then, I never force it. There are all those guidelines out there telling you to do this and that. To keep writing like a maniac. To write first and think later. I have never been down that road where you have to vomit words just because you want to be a writer. Words need not be coaxed out, because usually they flow, and when they do just grab a pen and paper or a laptop or pull out your cellphone and write away.
You can’t force creativity, something like feelings and poetry writing cannot be produced at demand or at the drop of a hat. These feelings which a writer generally expresses through words, poetry, painting, music or any other form of art, are buried deep down in the catacombs of our brain, and our task as writers is not to break down the tunnels where these creative thoughts reside but to pick them out one by one and confront them with your art by your side, and hopefully whatever the result is will be your original, natural flow which has been subjected to no pressure. You have to let your creative parts mature, and then when it can not be held inside anymore, you have a duty to share those wonderful thoughts in the best way you can.
Forcing creativity is like infanticide, or to put it better it is like plucking an unripe fruit right off the branch, it is useless to the tree and to you. On similar lines, if you force creativity when it doesn’t seem to flow naturally, you murder yourself, your purpose and your words which amounts to nothing in the end.

There are moments when an artist feels his art has deserted him and finds it extremely hard to produce any more of his remarkable work. Almost every artist in the history has been through one such phase in life. It is an indication that your cup is empty now and you need more experience to fill it. So when your flame is low, experience the world and brighten your mind.

Cosmos

We are product of big bang. I mean all matter, including us comes from somewhere. There are secrets buried out there in the past but I am sure about us being celestial objects and stardust and all. I am unique, meteorite rare material that is priceless. I know nothing normal constitutes my being.

What do , the we know, we don’t trust without a proof. We want it all written down and explained to us. What happened to feeling things? Huh, what about the vastness of the sky, what about having no choice and what about those infinite impossible events you can’t just explain the reason behind. Yeah, the so called mysteries. We came from a big explosion or whatever it was, it is obviously big given our minuscule sizes. Instead of cowering from the universe and shying away I suppose the better way out is to embrace it, feel yourself at ease. Start with the very ground you set foot upon, design your room to your interest, then our home. Reach out, transform the society. Change the environment and the world. Feel you are a part of this wonderful creation and your role will be assigned to you soon enough.

This universe needed you for something and that is why you were created. A beautiful gift has been bestowed upon us and as humans I have to sadly admit that we are squandering these gifts away. We need to seek out and connect to our baser instincts be  better human beings. When we die we should take leave from a better society than we came in.

 

Between Lord and ME

Between Lord and me.

For once I may have been driven away from what I think of the matter of God, but that was centuries ago and the air was just clearing for my race to pitch camp. From what I have seen God has always been an experience for an individual and never a community. The first human to have thought of God always thought in his own genuine manner and so God was more important to a person as an individual and not as a mass.

The race grew, flourished, evolved and began the deterioration of God, while humans grew senseless enough to divide the land and make boundaries between people, they were further retarded to divide Gods. This, to please them so that, when they couldn’t fight their Gods would, and so Gods became enemies. Gods were now limited to little areas and lesser people. Mankind has done terribly to something which it created with so much passion and devotion. Who wouldn’t look at this act and not say that man was selfish before mankind had barely begun on Earth.

Refuting Gods, people fighting in the name of the Lord, confusing God with religion and deepening this poison day by day in the minds of everyone. Rough present situation points its way back to the first days of man, when Green and blue and white were the only three colors visible on Earth from space. Thereafter people went fanatic on religion and red color of blood started marking stark religious boundaries on our beautiful blue-green-white ball of life.

God is a personal phenomenon; it is a process of discovering the outside world through deepening knowledge of the self or the individual. When we begin to know ourselves from inside of us, then comes the realization and understanding of everything outside. But this is all futile too because if you look around no two things are separable completely. There are no clear demarcations of anything whatsoever. The whole system is in a constant state of flux, and for me this flux is God. Yes, indeed the ‘constant change’, thought flow and breathing are just a few representations of the intricate magic spread around us.

Only when we train ourselves to look with one eye, the eye which takes in all views simply and without attachments. And contemporary writers and thinkers understand this concept slightly less than the legendary geniuses. Even then, they put it aptly in a TV series titled Mr. Robot, when the protagonist an extraordinary hacker takes on huge corporations with his hallucinatory visions. When Elliott, the male lead goes for a religious therapy session, he walks out abruptly when the moderator gave her a sermon about Jesus, his reply went thus, “Why should I believe in your imaginary friend, when you don’t believe in mine?”

 

Our Gods are imaginary, what are real is us and the universe. Trust me there are no Gods, no heaven, no hell. It’s just us and this infinite universe. You may choose anyone or anything to call your God. The Vedanta philosophy puts it aptly when they reflect that God is in us or simply we are potential Gods of our own universes.

Love Shine.

Here is a spoiler:

To all those who thought love is all the good-good emotions and cuddling with your partner in bed, I have bad news and this is incredibly real. Love will heal you in unconventional ways, because like everybody lives their life differently, people love differently too. Sometimes due to some misunderstanding and glitches of human emotions,things spin out of control. In this chaos, when you have enough time to reflect upon the situation, your minds reveals to you infinite possibilities.

Trust me, if your lover doesn’t hurt you and does not tell you at least once that you are the worst person, you have not even begun. The consequences are much larger if you carry on loving that same person, because then you have chosen the lesser traveled road. That road where you haven’t been until now, the road it is time to discover and that road will take you places you didn’t know existed and will make you the person that you did not know lived in you.

My experience gave me a simple lesson, I should live by my words, before I put pen to paper, I should be truthful to myself and must have lived what I write and if I have not lived it, I should at least follow them in real life. In one line, I should be a poet in my personality and not just in my words.

Some people do teach you the meaning and value of their name, the person I am referring to taught me the meaning of her name and to feel it perhaps would be to feel my own goodness. So I have begin the journey and search to be soulful again, if there is goodness in me, it will come out when I summon it and if not my worst will be best in someone’s eyes.

But when the storm has subsided, one truth will remain and that is love will break you and then you make yourself worthy of love and worthy of your lover.
You leave your old ways and become something new, something better. If you have realized this you are already on the path again, let time do the rest. Emotions and feelings are your internal world but your behavior determines your personality and no one has the time to look in your heart and see your goodness.

For people like me who overthink, it is stimulus and a medicine and time to heal and let the poison escape from my soul. It is a good time to ponder, think and act on the plan. Time to wake up the dead poets, dust the old books and disturb the old corners of the cupboard and make the soul shine again.

A Running Thought Being Interrupted.

In his own words he had damned himself for eternity, to follow his lost soul into darkness and in that darkness he found a new light of dawn. It is true night is darkest before dawn and truer that when nothing else is left to lose a man becomes invincible to pain. What we have here is this amazing aim to do something that will outlast my journey and will journey in to beyond. Yes, we will come back if need be but in new forms. Why such tardiness and contracted outlook towards things, open up and embrace it , whatever it is out there is inside you too. Connect and innovate. 

Eventually

Everything starts new and fresh and ready to accept but slowly it all rots. Even this blog, when I began it, it was fresh and I kept it that way; I mean I kept it fresh with posts. Now it rots in a way that I have nothing to update on this blog except the fact that this blog is rotting away. If we don’t look here for whose fault, lack of ideas or my laziness or just some other reason. This blog is dying now. So the point is eventually everything dies. I mean everything. Even the biggest and most massive Suns in far off galaxies will one day become void. Life is there because of death and vice versa is also true. Well that’s a thought to cook a little further. It must have happened with a lot of people, that close brush with death when we realise we were actually alive. Whenever our heart beats so fast it actually wants to come out of our chest cavity, that’s when you are living. If you are scared, happy, sad anything. Whatever is your state, you have chosen it. So live with whatever you choose because ultimately death has chosen life and you.