The Art Connection

The art of music, the network of strings of sounds being played, in uniformity and perfect harmony. Every cymbal, every beat, a mere expression of the one who compiled it. If we listen close enough, we can often feel the rhythm of our hearts being played with every note you hear...we can feel the love, hate, pain, joy or rave of the composer. It feels like a preaching so captivating, a thought so provoking and a journey worth taking; especially when it expresses a direct reflection of our heart’s feelings at that time. We almost know the next note that would be played; we modulate in our minds over and over while the songs play out our hearts. It's almost like pottery; the potter moulds with a deep sense of connection to the clay and its end product is an expression of how joyous, abstract, loving, random or angry he was at that time.

Art expresses our lives in ways we can relate to. Our need for connection as people makes us search in every area to fill our yearning hearts. Whether its food (Fregz73 forgive me...lol) we turn into art, or sounds made out into music, words of poetry carefully grafted together, articulate words, voices singing out hearts feelings or anything [even being stuck on facebook reading out people's lives].. We make this connection our safe house and first love. We enjoy other things on the side but the end of the day when we retire back to ourselves and connect to our love so that we're never left alone. The need to connect is not for other people to benefit but for ourselves to graft onto and fill our hearts and minds. While thinking about this all, I stumbled on a quote with an Unknown author that says “Dating someone of artistic nature can be hard. We are a selfish breed. It’s always about the art. We sometimes forget about WHO inspired it” – Unknown. We have a need to connect to someone or something all the time, we don’t disconnect until we lose our minds or stop living.

For every soft-eve there's a Marvin Gaye, for some there's the peacefulness and grace of India Arie that appeals to their minds, Or the crazy in Blink 182, punk in Avril or the Ultimate Connection with Worship of our Creator. It’s no wonder why they say God inhabits our worship. The art gives pours our true inner feelings on Him, thus being in Truth and in Spirit. We connect with our God, we, connect with people and we connect with our Feelings all expressed through art. What sorts of Art comes from you?

Our Mind's Endless Cycle...

When we're left alone, we think, assess and come to certain conclusions. Our mind makes us worry; the worry makes our minds wonder, guess, and ponder on things; not in a good manner but somewhat negative. We are naturally inquisitive beings and we cannot stand being left in the grey or half light...we want to see it all, feel it all, hear, taste and understand things. We want to know the score before the match, we want to hear the news before it happens; we want to grasp an understanding of everything that happens whether or not it concerns us. We ask so many questions at times that we even start to question the things we understand most and have found to be true; our life - is this life a dream? What if I woke up and realised that the life I’m living is nothing but an overstretched imagination? Our religion - am I sure I’m on the right track? What if I’m not?

These questions we ask often confuse us more than they enlighten us. We ponder on these things hoping that they'd shed some more light on what we think we don't understand well enough. The problem with this though is that it often misleads us into believing the absurd and questioning all the correct things.
Our inquisition cures our curiosity, our curiosity (most of the time) enlightens us and thus, satisfies the craving to understand and learn about everything we find around us. In the same vein, our inquisition could further confuse us and put us in a worse of position than we were in at the beginning.

Have you ever imagined if the man who first committed adultery never inquired into the thought of being with another woman, or the woman another man...what would the world be like today? What if man had never imagined having sex with another man and plainly been content with the God-ordained union with women? What if we never explored some of the heathen ways of our fore-fathers; would we have tried out those things now? What if man never questioned God's authority and sovereignty? So many what ifs......

Our inquisitive nature hasn't only brought on misconceptions and poor beliefs, but has also brought us good...the question we should seek to understand now is “How deep is too deep?” “How much information is too much?” “When do we need to pull the plug on our constant inquisition into life?”

Our inquisition brought us to where we are today, our history is written by our inquisitive nature. It is what sets the base of learning for the younger generation and is the pedestal on which our seeds will start to inquire.
It is often said that there is no end to learning, but don't you think there should? Imagine that the explorers that found the spell books and heathen items of people that have been banished or even killed for witchcraft and wizardry didn't study them and wonder how it all worked? All of that would be lost as it should be!
The Mysteries of this Life and the inquisition into it enlightens as it does confuse....the endless sphere of learning is fuelled by this all and as such, we would never be able to get to a point where all has been discovered and understood; because our discovery and understanding is just a mere start to the endless cycle of learning that we call life.

The Mind's Pain Bottled in...

Our hearts harbour our tears, our fears, our deepest thoughts and desires;
It speaks of its own accord....because when we least expect it, it shows our true self; a reflection of a sort...
Our tears reflect the pain we face, our smiles spring up from beauty that we see within, our laughs express our inward state of happiness.

Sometimes we feel so blank and few understand the feeling in the exact way we feel it. It’s hard for anyone to understand, not because they haven’t been in the same situation, but it’s different in everyone's case. Pain and frustration, within an environment that prevents you from venting it all out. How do you deal with things without letting them out; at least enough for you to get over it...

In football, we often see players play through the pain barrier, and a performance is expected from them...they suffer through it all just get the job done. We put smiles on people's faces, hang out, and create a range of impressions...some happy, loving, dependent and rather friendly but after it all, we tend to find that with all the charade of the amount of friendships and people we might have around, we still feel alone. Then again, we start to ask ourselves those annoying questions that further confuse us... where is everyone now that I need them? how come I'm always there for everyone and don't have nobody to keep my mind at ease and be that shoulder to lean on? what exactly is bothering me? What is this void and emptiness that my heart feels? What is all of this about? Where is this painful emptiness from? How can I get over it?
Bundled with all of this, we're further bothered by personal goals and other time-constrained pressures like School-work, deadlines or even our jobs. All of which take up the much needed time for a personal healing process.
Through all this, we fare relatively well, however, there is always the fear that we could break at a time when it matters most. At a time when all our senses need to be at their sharpest. That's the major fear of being bottled up.

Until we reach our breaking point we are fine but after that comes a breakdown ...a point of realisation... a point where everything that seemed to matter no longer matters; things we used to overlook start to take the lime-light. We experience a new kind of emotion, similar to those we are accustomed to; but in a new dimension and with more depth

We'll hurt a lil' more, we cry a lil' more, we sob a lil' more...somehow; old feelings that we once forgot about come to us more vivid than we imagine. We start to face a new reality; determined by an event, a presence or a reanimation. While this wakes us up sometimes with happy cheer, other times with painful tears, it teaches us lessons on stagnation, on moving ahead, facing new challenges, working out sad events into a joyous new beginning.
We determine how further ahead we move with our own hands, our own minds, and our own actions. We literarily have the world at our finger-tips; when we are smart we grab it and mould it into our world, other times we miss opportunities for a new start and have to face a double consequence of the experience.
When experiences are good, they could make us laugh, give us some sort of satisfaction and pleasure. But it is often easy to get carried away by such episodes of happiness/joy, when in the real sense, we are meant to find lessons from experiences to find ways to keep ourselves happy, avoid pitfalls, and share our happiness with those desperately seeking it.