Friday, July 19, 2013

Obsession ------------------> Addiction

I know that this may be a horrible thought to have (The only place to get this out would be in writing) so here it goes: I'm thinking about the human race as a whole and how all of us have at least one addiction or obsession. Some people have addictions to drugs while others have addictions to success (perfectionist). Some people have an obsession with what is new or hip while others have an obsession with not allowing themselves to be influenced by what the general public is influenced by. I thought to myself "If we have to be addicted or obsessed with something then why can't we choose what that thing is?" As humans we like to think that we have the power or control over most things regarding what we enjoy or what plagues and weaken us. But the truth is that we don't have much power or control at all. (If you are Christian you have power in Jesus Christ but what good is it if you don't know how to use it). I was privileged *sarcastic tone* to have an obsession with the soft, fragile and sad. This in turn made me more soft, fragile and sad. I often write about things that should be deep but I down play them in to a single moment, like a scene in a movie. My most recent poem "Two roses in the black box" was about a theater romance. I start off by saying "oh please just dance with me, just for these counts of three" and I end it with "But for this moment, this one moment in eternities clock, let's be the definition of theater romance, two roses in the black box". When people write love poems there is always some deep meaning and a line that suggests wanting to be in love forever, but my love poems kind of stop right at the moment. I acknowledge the people in my poems may be living completely different and may never see each other again after this encounter but they should pretend that this will last forever. So as a result my poems often carry a mellow sad tone to them. I guess i'm rambling now, the bottom line for this post is that I wish my obsession was with something more productive rather something that can't help anybody.

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