Recently, I’ve been writing quite a bit. A few weeks ago, I managed to find some time for being creative again, and since then, it’s continued pretty consistently. I’ve been writing lots of poems and even a couple short stories, and I’ve been reading some pretty damn good books as well.
I have also noticed an increased frequency of those strange days of longing–– those days of yearning for nothing in particular. I often have feelings of nostalgia for the past while simultaneously fantasizing for the future as if my subconscious is acutely aware that the quickly approaching days of the future will just as soon become days of the past. It all melds together to create some pretty arbitrary emotions. I’ve found that these feelings are definitely magnified by creativity and expression, and many people, myself included, will often avoid a creative mindset because life is much easier when school, work, and tasks are the only things to worry about. It’s easy to ignore, numb, or compartmentalize these longings amidst busyness; however, I can’t help but conclude that these longings should be embraced, for through them is cultivated real living. A creative mind sees the poetry in everything, gives meaning to everything. An amplified alertness to longings, pain, and anxiety is more than worthwhile because a mindset of imagination illuminates also the beautiful subtleties and undertones of the everyday ordinariness and therefore, transforms them into something new, something hardly ordinary at all.
