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Hear the Wind Sing, Murakami, Haruki
There is nothing like wandering, to escape despair, to escape reality, to escape hell. There is nothing like writing, be it good or bad, because nothing like writing makes you better escape yourself. Hell of self and everyday existence are merely a state of mind.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so they say and they are absolutely right. So is heaven or hell. You can see the beauty hidden in the dirty streets and weary hearts of multitudes rushing by.
Heaven or hell is just a state of mind. Heaven and hell interchange in the hearts of men like seasons and there is no stopping this interchange.
Wandering of one`s mind is also acceptable because wandering doesn`t need to happen physically. No need whatsoever to go anywhere.
Wandering in your head is just as acceptable and agreeable.
The places mind can wander to are vast and on the spectrum. No, I am not talking about any disorder. What I mean is that the mind can wander from the dreariness of the reality we live in to the vastness of mind`s potential contained in the variety of fantasy.
Fantasy has the potential to carry the mind on its wings to wherever our boring reality cannot. You don`t need money for such type of travelling.
Reality is set in stone, fantasy is a fleeting thing. Or rather, the reality is relative, while the fantasy is versatile. Whatever, I prefer fantasy because it comes from the wellspring of creativity. I imagine creativity to be somewhere out there or inside of us and we just connect to that somewhere, wherever it is located, outside or inside of us.
Let`s imagine we all have that wellspring of creativity inside. All we have to do is try to find it. You can`t find it unless you really want to find it. Then you set out on a quest to search for it.
At the beginning of our quest to find our creative wellspring, we seem to be blind or the well is hidden somewhere, like a sleeping beauty. The part of the soul where this well is hidden seems desolate or muffled by the sounds of the world. The world has the power to cover every thought and distract us from what is the most important, I.e. the quest.
So what we have to do is fight the world and the fake realities it bogs us with. So, shed everything that is preventing you from going ahead so that you can fly up like a free balloon.
Fantasy has the potential to carry the mind on its wings to wherever our boring reality cannot. You don`t need money for such type of travelling.
Reality is set in stone, fantasy is a fleeting thing. Or rather, the reality is relative, while the fantasy is versatile. Whatever, I prefer fantasy because it comes from the wellspring of creativity. I imagine creativity to be somewhere out there or inside of us and we just connect to that somewhere, wherever it is located, outside or inside of us.
Let`s imagine we all have that wellspring of creativity inside. All we have to do is try to find it. You can`t find it unless you really want to find it. Then you set out on a quest to search for it.
At the beginning of our quest to find our creative wellspring, we seem to be blind or the well is hidden somewhere, like a sleeping beauty. The part of the soul where this well is hidden seems desolate or muffled by the sounds of the world. The world has the power to cover every thought and distract us from what is the most important, I.e. the quest.
So what we have to do is fight the world and the fake realities it bogs us with. So, shed everything that is preventing you from going ahead so that you can fly up like a free balloon.
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