In order to understand the mission of this project, you must first understand the nature of the person wishing to create it.
Every tool used in this piece, including artwork and beyond will be ultimate tools in defining this creation.
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself. - John Steinbeck
On Passion
I have always known what it means to be a listener, and a friend to people. I have always known what it means to take interest in the things other people like - especially those people who are the most respected to you, and the most respecting to you. There is a difference, to me, in being there for someone and really being for someone. To me, it would seem that listening to everything a person has to say is the only way to understand the things that truly matter in the light of the realm of the person and the ideals they have always come to represent (this including even the smallest procedures a person takes to procure the love and care of you, yourself, and the other people they wish would do the same for them). Listening is different than caring, and it takes a good follow through and the proper actions to actually ensure that the ones around you know that they mean something.
Maybe I am just different, but I care in a way so independent of the ones around me, or so it seems. I watch every person I know and I study them. I listen to them, I read their writings, I look at their artwork, and I read their feelings. And I feel moved individually - I have lived this way since high school. Since I was old and mature enough to understand what it meant to be emotionally moved by something that had nothing to do with yourself. My peers have watched as I have moved in and out of depression for the people that never showed me the time of day, because they were feeling down, not because anything had happened to me. Because, for me, all things must be in harmony with each other before I can experience a personal euphoria. Until then, something is always imperfect. And while they are all imperfect, the feelings I feel are romantic feelings. I don't mean romance in the classical definition.
I mean romance in the term that literature scholars view it. Romance is an aesthetic beauty that can be represented in many different ways - this beauty moves me, and I begin to realize that human perfectability would force me to become the most depressed I have ever been. Pain is beautiful and so is struggle above all else, because at least it means that you feel some sort of passion completely removed from the sight of yourself.
1 comment:
Umm, I don't know if you want me to comment on this, or how you want me to comment to this. I like it and i feel it to be true to how I view things, and sometime the things never come together the way I expect it, as you may have noticed when i threw myseld in a situation last semester which did not get fixed and i felt that things were out of wack, if you will. Um if i am commenting on writing style or whatever i like it, mainly because i can relate to it in a way that it feels like I just put myself onto this webpage....Um i don't know what you are looking for so until then this is where the comment ends.
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