Do you ever wish you had a record button in your head?
I do. I wish I could record thoughts and, more importantly, dreams. I never really remember my dreams, and on the rare occurrences that I do, they fade almost instantly. They always seem spectacularly interesting though, like they're multiple doorways into different rooms in my mind that I can't get to without the key that that one distinct dream provides.
Without a doubt, a record button in your mind would be useful for other reasons too. For example, you'd only need to read a page once to know everything that's printed on it, so exams would be as easy as hell. And what about if you really didn't want to forget a specific day or event? Just press that record button and it's there forever, nestled like dusty records between memories of your tenth birthday and your marriage, your first kiss and your last.
Just as I began wondering how brilliant it would be to be able to record whatever and whenever you wanted, I suddenly realised something: memories are special. Somewhere, in the depths of your mind, you've chosen to remember these specific events, because they mean something to you - they're special to you. And having the ability to consciously choose what you remember would ruin it. In your foolish youth you'd place importance on mundane events which seem incredible and invaluable at the time, but are things you'd regret and rather forget about later on in life. But our mind knows what's really important, wherever we are in our lives. It knows what we ought to and what we need to remember before even we know.
My point in this whole shebang is that I've recently started to really appreciate how extraordinary human beings are. Okay, not everyone is an amazing person, I can't deny that. But just look at us as a collective and we're utterly astounding. I don't agree with everything that we do in the world, and I never will, but us as creatures are incredible things. We have the capacity to learn and love and live; to be inspired, heartbroken, and completely and utterly alive. And we live in this awe-inspiring world, which is brimming with life that is so amazingly colourful and vibrant, each one in their individual ways.
But I find that we, as the incredible creatures that we are, forget about the little things in life that, okay, don't really mean much, or add to the grand scheme of our own individual lives, but help the world grow, just that little bit more, each and every day.
I don't really understand what I'm trying to achieve in this post; it's not like I assume it'll change your view of the world. I mean, for all I know your view on it is perfect and in no need of fixing. I think the reason behind it is just for me to try and create a structure to the thoughts that have been filling my head recently.
A lot of my time nowadays is spent writing a story of mine called "We Are Young". For this story, I had to question what I would do if I survived a near-death experience, and how my view of the world and life would differ. So, yeah, basically I've become incredibly philosophical and questioning lately, and just wanted to share some of my thoughts with you...because I'm a terrible person who hasn't blogged in forever.
I would like to say that I've been busy saving the world, or something heroically splendid like that, but alas I've been sat at home, in front of the telly, watching reruns of Criminal Minds (which is completely excusable because DEREK MORGAN) and eating my weight in Krave (British breakfast cereal which tastes like heaven). So all I can do is apologise...yet again.
Lately I've just found it hard to find something to blog about, without ending up with something like the rambling I've written above. So, in the end, I just gave up and wrote whatever was on my mind.
On another note, I always seem to fail at keeping this blog a 'creative writing' one. I have actually been working on something, which I will hopefully be posting soon-ish (and by that I mean sometime in the next couple of decades). Earlier this year, I posted the first chapter of a story, and that's actually the story I've been working on. I really came to hate the chapter I posted, so I decided to write it again. In doing so I realised two things:
- I suck at writing in past tense
- I don't want to write in past tense EVER AGAIN
So I re-wrote everything I'd written so far to make it present tense, which I prefer so much more. But I keep on getting distracted by other parts of the story and writing in an un-chronological order, so the first chapter is no longer fully-written like it was when everything was in past tense. Thus, it'll be a while before I can post anything more from the story - sorry! It shouldn't be too long though - I intend to have the whole story completely finished by the end of August, so the re-written Chapter One might be along sooner than you think.
Anyway, I should probably be getting back - I'm pretty sure Morgan is beginning to feeling my absence.
Cheerio!
