creativity – Page 2 – Artistic Apathy

Is Life Mundane or Can it be an Adventure Everyday?

I used to find the reality of life to be rather boring. Painful even. In real life you’re put through school in a pipeline fashion since you’re physically able to speak and come out as an adult and suddenly you’re supposed to know what you want to be forever.

If you choose the wrong career it could mean failure, so you better choose wisely. Thinking this way can make life seem like it’s all a game of survival. We have to constantly protect ourself from “threats” like back stabbing friends or people holding us back.

Yeah, life can appear rather boring and dismal. After all you can’t fly, you don’t have superpowers and you can’t teleport anywhere at whim. Sigh.

This is why from a young age I’ve always been drawn towards stories of fantasy and adventure. Journeys across strange worlds in search of treasure or power. It seemed a lot more exciting compared to my real life and oftentimes I wished I could live in these fantasy worlds but… this is reality. And in the real world there are no superpowers, you can’t fly…

But wait! That’s not entirely true. In the real world there are superpowers. They just don’t involve laser vision and invisibility.

For some, a superpower can be the ability to walk up to a cashier and order food in a concise manner without stumbling or stuttering over your words.

A superpower can be asking that girl out that you’ve always dreamt of dating but never had the courage to do so until now.

A superpower can simply be the courage to follow your dreams and not be worried about failing or letting anyone down.

So can life be an adventure with superpowers and flying? Well… maybe not flying like a bird in the literal sense but absolutely!

We’ve all heard of adventures like climbing a mountain, spending a retreat in the woods or traveling the world but what about right here in your hometown? Can you make your adventure there?

More and more life is becoming like an adventure for me. Even things that people see as mundane I see differently. I see everything almost as a game and there are levels. Every-time you try something new or face a fear, you expand. That’s a level up. Every-time you do something you’ve done a million times but with a different attitude, that’s a new level. It’s a new you.

Yes life can seem dreary and dull but it will stay like that until you start doing the things that excite you, make you happy and bring you satisfaction.

There’s a million opportunities a day. Don’t plan anything, just go where the wind takes you. But follow your heart and everyday will seem like an adventure.

Dream the Dream

I’m a pretty big dreamer. I can call myself that. But nothing more magnifies this idea than my actual dreams. At night I dream expansive imaginative worlds with their own narration. None of them like the other.

Often times, like most I suppose, I forget that I’m living a dream and when I wake up there are a few moments where I have to ground myself in reality and think “that was a dream.”

It’s often said dreams are a portal to another world. I’ve heard it been said that dreams are the reality and we’re actually in the dream during our waking hours. I don’t know about all of that but I do know that in my dreams are encased my fears, anxieties, emotions, hopes, dreams. Things that I don’t normally express during my waking hours.

It’s almost like a little playground where one can act out the deepest inclinations of their mind. Although, sometimes I’m surprised by what I dream, it can be horrifying.

While dreams aren’t always pleasant, they can also be a way to connect to others vicariously. Maybe you’d like to say sorry to someone whose trust you broke. Maybe you want to finally say goodbye to that late family member, properly.

In dreams, I get to interact with those in my life who are important to me but are miles and miles away. In dreams I get to talk to them face to face, I can hold them and feel them. It’s a way for me to deal with the emotional burden of them not being here and sometimes there are moments in dreams I wish I could actually live.

Last night I had a dream that a friend sent me a video of them in New York City. It was snowing and it was apparently Christmas by the garments that they had on. I went outside and there were Christmas decorations everywhere. I went up a long hill and raised my head to see the sky was filled with dazzling stars. What a beautiful dream. So beautiful, I had to immortalize it forever in a drawing. Which I often gawk at because I know I’ll never get that dream back.

But hey, you never know. Life is just dreams waiting to be made reality.

I wonder though, if someone could remember every detail of their dreams from while they were asleep, I’m sure there’d be movie scripts, inventions and lucrative ideas just waiting to be expanded upon.

Thank you for reading~

Until next time.

50 Follower Milestone

I’m happy to be able to say I’ve reached fifty followers on WordPress. I started this blog in November and didn’t really expect much to happen but what followed was surely worth it.

I’ve bared my soul on this blog and people seem to like it. I’m happy that people even bother to read what I write. If even one person gets something out of it then I am satisfied.

This blog serves as a device to unload a lot of trains of thought that I have that I feel deserve a place somewhere and you all have made me feel welcome on here.

So here’s to you. I’m going to bring you more quality content and more consistency. Thank you for taking the time to read my posts and for the support. Cheers.

I Wanna Be…

Growing up I was told I could be a number of things. Writer, illustrator, film director… and I believed them. My imagination pushed me forward and carried me through childhood and adolescence. Somewhere along the way I sort of lost sense of that and who I was. I began searching but I don’t think I was ever lost. To this day, I feel I still have a sense of what it is I need to do but I’m more doubtful. The vision is not that clear anymore. It seemed before it was clear what I needed to do. Now I’m not so sure… I see people of all sorts of backgrounds, from around the world, bask in excellence. Whether they’re an athlete, model, a singer, everyone has something they’re good at it and shine at… I just want that to be me. Let me be great, let me shine. I can’t stand the idea of being ordinary. I don’t want to fade away, I want to leave behind a legacy. I want to have impacted people in some way. I don’t want to just exist, I want to live. No longer do I want to look at others living their life to the fullest and wish that was me. I want to make it a reality. I want to fight for a dream worth fighting for. Let me be…

The Name Artistic Apathy and What it Means

The definition of apathy is lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern. Hopefully I don’t have to define artistic for you, because even that definition varies among people. So, Artistic Apathy? What do I mean by that. Well, if it’s not already obvious, it means basically, no enthusiasm or interest for pursuit in the arts.

You may think that’s a strange name for a blog that’s all about art. Well, that moniker is somewhat personal.

I believe certain people have an innate desire to create. When that person is cut off from their creativity, they begin to deteriorate. This can happen in the form of a creative block, where no ideas are coming out or in my case, you could lose all sense of who you are and your purpose to the point where creating is the least of your worries. The very thing I was cutting myself off from could have been my saving grace.

Anyway, I see this as turning over a new leaf. This blog was part of that. The name is just to acknowledge that that was something I went through and still might go through.

I want to share something personal with you all now, and it relates to all this.

I wrote my first complete story in a long time. Albeit, it was a bit short but I was very proud of it. I used my own pain and experience to write it and I felt like I wrote characters people could really connect to.

I had to kill off one of my beloved characters for the sake of the advancement of the story. Their death triggered something within me and I cried actual tears. I had never been impacted by a story like that before and it was something I wrote. I knew then that this means a lot to me. It was the first real release I had in a long time.

If I knew then just how important my creativity was, it would have helped a lot. Thank you for reading. Till the next post.