Wow, long time no see old blog.
I was thinking today about how I wish I had some artistic ability, its one of those things that crosses my mind every so often. I wish I could write well or draw well, or maybe be able just to read and understand well. I envy anyone who can do that.
I guess it's often easy for us as science students to get up on our high horse a bit and look at the arts students and make casual remarks about thier subjects not being real subjects and how they just waffle on and bullshit about some load of crap, yeh, so we never mean it but its how it seems, but for us having knowledge on our side, they have something more, they have understanding.
Maybe thats a load of bullshit, its not about arts and science, not really, the line isnt that clearly drawn, although in a broad sense there is a line there. I guess I feel like theres a whole load of stuff there that I'm missing, really important stuff, just by not having the ability to understand or comprehend.
"Responses from real readers are much more valuable to me, and I was moved to think that anything I had written could have had so great an impact on you. I donít think anybody (including the professional reviewers) has got anywhere as close as you to understanding what The Orokon is about. (English student or not, you have a truly impressive ability to convey what a book is like, relate it to other books, and say what you think it means!)" — Tom Arden, in reply to an email from my best friend, Koel.
As much as I mock Koel, having that said to you is probably one of the most amazing things ever. I envy her ability to naturally understand things and more than that, I envy that she is so heart-felt and passionate about things, so inpired by the things around her. Thats what it boils down to. Inpiration. Things seem quite shallow and empty right now.
Apparently inspiration is like love, if you try and find it you wont but sometimes it will just come, well, I look forward to that day.