Exclamatory Insight

A bit unusual from my earlier posts, but I wanted to change things up a bit, so here's a little something (Good luck for attempting to make sense of what may seem gibberish):  

Exclamatory Insight

Recording my thoughts has never been easier, thanks to the amount of time I find myself stuck to a chair, laptop in hand. I've always enjoyed sitting down in contrast to the thought of having to stand or walk around. It might also take an ounce of courage from my side to admit that I could be just that extra bit lazy sometimes, unwilling to get up and fulfil the daily quota of exercise I'm supposed to get. 

It's not that I don't want to. It's just one of those things where the idea of doing a certain thing or pursuing an activity seems more enthralling than the actual act of completing it. Anyways, I can just make use of my keyboard-glued fingers to write about anything really, without feeling sluggish about holding onto a pen or grabbing a book and dealing with my messy and rather scrawly handwriting.

What I often like to do is just sit somewhere and keep imagining about different kinds of situations and scenarios. I believe the right term for that is daydreaming. I'm unapologetic about it though. Like what would have happened if Luke had given Ben Solo a chance instead of jumping to the conclusion of him slowly turning over to the dark side? What if Harry and Ron didn't have Hermione as their best friend? Would Sherlock have ever been able to realize the working of the world and human behavior, the fact that everything isn't ruled by cold logic or hardcore facts and evidences, if it wasn't for the warmth of Dr. Watson's friendship? And what about dear old Anne? How would she go about interacting with the people around her while being her own quirky, inspired and creative self? This isn't just limited to the lives and futures of fictional beings. Analyzing and visualizing along these lines, about the "what ifs?" and the "how comes?" is something I also do when it comes to thinking about myself.

I've always preferred the quiet of nights rather than the chaos of mornings. It's that time when the day's events have finally culminated with whatever the best you could make of them. I like staying up at night, but not too late into the wee hours of the day though. I can't really explain it well but there's something magical and calm about being awake and alone, when it's dark outside, with only the dim, translucent presence of the stars among grey puffs of cloud for company, the faint starlight offering glimpses into the past. Just the idea of sitting somewhere warm on a wintry night, wrapped up in a quilt or wearing one of the many snuggly and cuddly sweaters you own (especially when you have far too many of them than you can admit), sipping on some hot tea while having your bass headphones on, playing a little of everything really - orchestral symphonies, instrumental soundtracks, lo-fi beats or Ghibli studio's background scores, I mean, things couldn't be better than that. I feel it's often at this time of the day when my mind's brimming with all of these visions and ideas but I know too better not to get swayed away pondering over them all the time. 

Isn't it fascinating that most people tend to keep looking for these tiny, little moments that offer a sense of breaking away from reality, for the ability to burst that bubble of being caught up in the things that we have to do and what it means to achieve them through the power of art and music? One of my favorite quotes that I came across online is "If art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time". I was in awe of the simplicity of the words and the charmed by how effortlessly meaningful and profound of an effect it had on me. It's as though all of the stories and narrations I've read, the lyrics and rhythms of songs that I love and the myriad shades of color palettes and intricate designs or detailed brush strokes that bring me joy come to life seamlessly as the day comes to an end. I appreciate them far better at nights, with adrenaline pumping through my veins at the thought of going on an adventure with all of my favorite characters, with their theme songs playing away in the background, all the images as clear as daylight. It's the time for festivities as in the historical dramas and there's crazy fireworks going off everywhere. You must be wondering if its too much of a simulation and sensory overload for someone who goes through all of that which is why all of this partying and gala time with myself must come to an end in the best possible way - hitting the sack right away! 

I'll get going with that then!

Until my next post,

Monachini