Thursday, September 3, 2015

Thursday, 03 September 2015

I like daydreaming.



Daydreaming, like creative endeavours such as drawing, painting, writing or photography, excerises the imagination, stretches and flexes the metaphoric creative muscles. The matching together of one thought to another like fitting a crossword puzzle from all the constantly changing thoughts in your head.

But what makes me like daydreaming more is that it leaves out all the unpleasant parts. The struggle and frustration of trying to get what's in your mind out of your head, through your hands, and on to paper. Or the soul crushing feeling when no one shows any interest in the product you've slaved away for what seems like an eternity.

There may be a magnitude of difference in existence between intangible and personal memories like daydreams and an actual work, but how much does that matter if they'll never see the light of day?

All it brings is the catharsis of committing something down to paper, to a physical medium, but by the same token could you not say their is bliss in not having to wrangle with the unnecessary struggle to translate ideas from the language of your mind to the language of your hands?