On regret and pursuit
For the past several months I have been musing heavily on the topic of regret. In this space today, I find myself regretting perhaps every action or choice I have ever made. Truth be told, it is a stupid and useless thing to do. But be it stupid and useless, it is perhaps also necessary. I think of where I am today versus where I want to be, and how I might possibly get there. Now I must ask myself again; what is it that I love? What is it that I find fulfilling and worthwhile? I find it odd that we so seldom ask ourselves this question, and that we spend so much of our time doing things that we don't enjoy, even when we don't really have to.
I've decided to really start throwing myself back into creative pursuits. Into art and writing and whatever weak music my numb hands might wring from that keyboard or organ. I just can't think of anything else that I find much worthwhile, save the wonderful women who sometimes grace my life. Misery and regret often form a fine muse but I find myself possessed of a hunger such as on waking from a long coma; and the first thing I must do is feed.
So people, who are your favorite artists? Painters, sculptors, photographers whatever? Lend me for a moment the paths you have worn to the things you have found, so that I may not have to travel them over. My enthusiasm is boundless; what have you found that has had meaning to you?
I've decided to really start throwing myself back into creative pursuits. Into art and writing and whatever weak music my numb hands might wring from that keyboard or organ. I just can't think of anything else that I find much worthwhile, save the wonderful women who sometimes grace my life. Misery and regret often form a fine muse but I find myself possessed of a hunger such as on waking from a long coma; and the first thing I must do is feed.
So people, who are your favorite artists? Painters, sculptors, photographers whatever? Lend me for a moment the paths you have worn to the things you have found, so that I may not have to travel them over. My enthusiasm is boundless; what have you found that has had meaning to you?