Fission Mailed.
There are two adages that I believe in with all of my heart: "life imitates art/art imitates life" and "everything happens for a reason".
I am to a very profound point in my life where not even pain can hurt me.
I am going to jump around a bit here, but it all connects.
I have been hard at work on the "Eternal Iniquity" project, for which there has been a general synopsis for over ten years. I find it rather challenging to fully flesh it out now and sometimes hit some writer's block periods where I know roughly what will happen but I can't find satisfaction in how to go about the events themselves. I have been stuck in a particular spot for several days, just waiting for the right inspiration to come to me.
Last night I did something rather impulsive under the banner of my heart. I once again put myself quite out on a limb for someone that is quite special to me and did something that was highly misunderstood by most of the people who witnessed it, probably even the person I did it for to an extent. Once again, I put myself at willing risk of getting arrested because of my feelings for a person, which I know a lot of people think is absolutely stupid but one thing I try to make very clear is that my perception of the system and the law is very different than the common ideas of such (but getting into that would sidetrack me consideribly, so maybe another day). I didn't end up getting arrested and I once again ended up having some quite entertaining and worthwhile interaction with some police officers, but ultimately the cops did prevent me from doing what I set out to do.
The whole ordeal could have been seen as a great loss to me. I didn't get the girl. I was insulted and had the cops called on me by people that I care about very much, because they choose to see me as the person I was more than four years ago instead of letting me show them who I am today. I was handcuffed and patronized by police officers for quite some time before I convinced the officers that the whole situation was ridiculous and not because of my actions, but that it had been blown into an absurd mess by a misunderstanding. It could be said that I "wasted" a lot of time and a lot of gas on this adventure. It could be said that I made a giant fool of myself and that nothing good came of it.
Yeah. Someone could say that if they wanted to be so simple. I went home singing along with great music and a smile on my face. I stopped at a gas station for some energy drinks and made quick buddies with the cashier, as I would on any other day or night. Nothing bad happened to me last night.
When I finally got home, all of a sudden my writer's block had been cured. I filled in a massive section of the EI story arch, and I must say it is probably my favorite part of the story so far. Its quite very sincere and straight from the soul and I think it will touch people in a very special and meaningful way.
The point is, bad things only happen to you if you perceive them as negative. Anything can be turned into the light. Anything.
I am to a very profound point in my life where not even pain can hurt me.
I am going to jump around a bit here, but it all connects.
I have been hard at work on the "Eternal Iniquity" project, for which there has been a general synopsis for over ten years. I find it rather challenging to fully flesh it out now and sometimes hit some writer's block periods where I know roughly what will happen but I can't find satisfaction in how to go about the events themselves. I have been stuck in a particular spot for several days, just waiting for the right inspiration to come to me.
Last night I did something rather impulsive under the banner of my heart. I once again put myself quite out on a limb for someone that is quite special to me and did something that was highly misunderstood by most of the people who witnessed it, probably even the person I did it for to an extent. Once again, I put myself at willing risk of getting arrested because of my feelings for a person, which I know a lot of people think is absolutely stupid but one thing I try to make very clear is that my perception of the system and the law is very different than the common ideas of such (but getting into that would sidetrack me consideribly, so maybe another day). I didn't end up getting arrested and I once again ended up having some quite entertaining and worthwhile interaction with some police officers, but ultimately the cops did prevent me from doing what I set out to do.
The whole ordeal could have been seen as a great loss to me. I didn't get the girl. I was insulted and had the cops called on me by people that I care about very much, because they choose to see me as the person I was more than four years ago instead of letting me show them who I am today. I was handcuffed and patronized by police officers for quite some time before I convinced the officers that the whole situation was ridiculous and not because of my actions, but that it had been blown into an absurd mess by a misunderstanding. It could be said that I "wasted" a lot of time and a lot of gas on this adventure. It could be said that I made a giant fool of myself and that nothing good came of it.
Yeah. Someone could say that if they wanted to be so simple. I went home singing along with great music and a smile on my face. I stopped at a gas station for some energy drinks and made quick buddies with the cashier, as I would on any other day or night. Nothing bad happened to me last night.
When I finally got home, all of a sudden my writer's block had been cured. I filled in a massive section of the EI story arch, and I must say it is probably my favorite part of the story so far. Its quite very sincere and straight from the soul and I think it will touch people in a very special and meaningful way.
The point is, bad things only happen to you if you perceive them as negative. Anything can be turned into the light. Anything.