Sometimes I wonder if my tendency to attach meaning to even the most ordinary things is a product of my being a reader or a writer.
Reading shows me many possibilities. Writing makes me want to seek more possibilities.
Symbolism, metaphors, analogies, lyricism…
Did I learn these from reading or writing? (I suppose the two go hand-in-hand.)
Lightning, butterflies, a speeding car, an ominous cloud…
Do I dramatise things because that’s what I’ve been shown, or because that is what I seek?
Still water, a familiar scent, refracted light, cautious footsteps…
How do I know if it is excessive? An affliction?
Nervous excitement, a poem, fallen leaves, a dream…
Of all the possibilities in the world, I’m not sure if it’s possible to really change this. I’m not sure if I would.
A waterfall, memories, a soothing melody, sunshine…
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I chalk it up to my being an inherently religious person. I had a moment this past week in which I tried to figure out the significance of a boil on my ass. I almost wish I were joking because an ass boil sounds funny but isn’t.
Doesn’t sound pleasant at all! I’m trying to accept that some things just happen. Full stop. A bit hard when my mind likes to make stories from everything…
I think reading and writing go hand-in-hand. Toss a camera into the mix, and it becomes even more complex 😉
I’m a bit late getting on the photography bandwagon, but now and then I do catch myself looking at an everyday object/scene and wondering how it could be framed in a photo
I’m late to photo taking too … and now it’s an obsession 🙂
You have the neart of a poet maybe? I think drawing meaning from things makes life fuller.
Indeed it does! I wish I could write actual poetry though…
I’d guessed as much 😉
There’s some Irish proverb I heard once. It was something like you’re either a poet or a plumber in this life. To wit, I realized that I’m a poet, always have been, and that books, reading, writing are just a part of my DNA. I look for meaning, and meaning often finds me. So be it.
I think the Irish are wise people. Better to be a poet, I reckon
Answer to your opening question: yes, both. I am the same.
Indeed, it seems increasingly impossible to separate the two when it comes things like this