There have been two things to day that have made me especially love today as a day which I’d like to write about.
The first of these, is smiling, i.e. “forming one’s features into a pleased, kind, or amused expression”, but I mean the kind of smiling where you don’t have to actively “form” it, where instead something makes you smile.
The most important thing you wear is the expression on your face.
I adore this quote, especially as smiling is one of my favourite things to do, just for the sake of it. I think smiling can be addictive, or at least I’ve made it a habit. Half the time I ask myself: why am I smiling? And whether or not there’s a reason for it, I find one, and feel that I’ve justified to myself why I should be happy until the next time I contemplate why I’m grinning like an idiot (and I’ve got nothing wrong with being an idiot if you’re a happy idiot). I also love how the word “wear” makes me think I can always choose to get a smile out of my wardrobe and put one on if a feel like it.
What today has made me smile? If I listed everything, it would be a very long list, so here are just some of them:
waking just as my clock turned from 6:36 to 6:37 and knowing that I’d got a full day ahead of me to do as I wish
listening to some of my favourite music (I actually have so many “favourite” pieces in my spotify playlists that it would take almost a week non-stop to listen to them all!): a load of Bach for solo violin, Schubert’s Arpeggione sonata, Handel’s Concerti Grossi, Prokofiev’s Classical Symphony, Shostakovich’s later string quartets, Mendelssohn’s violin concerto (I love watching the video on youtube of Perlman playing the 2nd movement of this – his expression just before the start of the 3rd movement is completely brilliant) and Brahms (which I’ll come back to)
my brother adding “who Clare fancies” after the mention of someone who he doesn’t even know, who happened to be a rather inappropriate person to”fancy” and left me almost unable to swallow any of the rest of lunch thanks to many fits of giggles (the dining room table conversation got even worse after that!)
reminiscences of some embarrassing moments (or not particularly embarrassing, they just make me laugh, but then there’s not much that I don’t find amusing, except jokes that I don’t understand) in the past week
The second of these two things that have made today better than it would have been otherwise is Brahms (linked to smiling by the fact that Brahms most definitely makes me smile), or rather what I’ve found the concept of “Brahms” to be a metaphor of, that feeling when you look at something you’ve looked at many times before and realise you finally understand what it signifies, and knowing that you’ve gone one step further in understanding life as a result. I don’t think I can explain very well what I mean,nor would I really wish to, but I”ll give you the words of Isaac Stern, referring to his late friend Joseph Szigeti, which at least explain what I’m going on about:
“I remember a performance he gave at Carnegie Hall in the mid-forties. In the opening work, he was ill at ease and not quite with it. Then he played the Brahms G Major Sonata, one of the most seraphic, poignant, soul-searching works in all the violin literature — music you don’t perform, you live through. You try to show to what degree it is the essence of living, an appreciation for the act of life. Szigeti hit his stride and took off. I believe the pianist was Nikita Magaloff; the pianist is always so vitally important to such music. It was one of the most ennobling performances I have ever heard. Nobody in the hall breathed. You were not listening to a performance of someone standing on the stage at Carnegie Hall; you were surrounded by a golden aura of music.”
(I must disagree with Brahms G major sonata being “golden aura” though as to me most of it looks green. 🙂
Brahms’ sense of harmony amazes me – I look at his scores and wonder how it sounds so perfect, and love it all the more at how it does so. (and I’m struggling now to keep a straight face listening to it!) Brahms is one composer who intimidates me almost. Understanding Brahms has been one of my longstanding aims, and I think I’m maybe a tiny bit further along that road. And I love how when you get a little bit further along a track, you come across another 10 that break off from it. One thing I love about life is that you can not just pick that track, but make another 10 more, and never look back at the long road you’ve come down but instead smile at what lies ahead undiscovered. What’s even better about this road in particular is that I’ll know I’ll never get to the end, so I might as well have fun trying – trying to do the impossible is always more exhilarating that attempting what you know must be true (I’m now looking at my playlist entitled “Failure” and laughing in remembering how when I created it I thought that achieving failure was such a great achievement I’ve put the happiest music in it, and in the one called “success” – I evidently never finished deciding what to put in it – the only thing I’ve got is Shostakovich Symphony 7, which is seen now mainly as a symphony to remember the 25 000 000 soviet citizens who died in WW2, which I find rather ironic even though I know my motives for doing so).
I love how Stern uses the words “music… you live through”, although when I re-read them out of context they seem more like they’re referring to some dreadful torture that you’ve got to “live through” somehow. I think it’s be a great euphemism to replace everything I didn’t want to”live through” with the word “music”.
Maybe what I dislike most about Brahms G major violin sonata (except it being in G major, since I really hate G major, though I do try not to hate everything in G major purely on the principle that I don’t like the colours of G major, but then again I think it’s awesome to have something you love written in something you hate, because I find I end up loving what I have to try to love so much more than those things which you love naturally) is how my favourite bit of the 1st movement is the very end of it, and I hate looking forward to something coming to an end so much! Sometimes in life too I think I look forward to what’s going to happen so much that I forget to enjoy the moment, carpe diem nevertheless.
Today I’d like to consider to what extent we can control how happy we are. What makes you happy? My observations of the world make me think that, in general, there are two sorts of things that make people happy:
1 – the “big” things in life (I’m thinking along the lines of success, graduating, marriage…)
2 – the smallest things in life, marvelling at hidden patterns, simply being thankful for being alive, seeing someone, smiling, having a cup of tea (though I hate tea) or whatever your “smallest” reasons for being happy would be
Try to imagine this: a sphere, maybe 1m in diameter, suspended in the air in front of you.
1. Let the few big reasons to be happy be represented by a smaller sphere in the centre of the big sphere, of whatever size you think is proportionate to how often they occur.
2. Pick a colour to colour in this smaller sphere (a “happiness” colour*), and make this shade ripen to the amount of happiness these few big reasons to be happy give you.
3. Now let the smallest reasons to be happy be represented by colouring the surface of the big sphere in your happiness colour, and let this colour fill inwards until the area this block of colour fills is proportionate to how often these occur in life.
4. Let your happiness colour change shade for the smallest reasons to happy until the shade represents the amount of happiness these give you.
5. Colour in all the remaining area of the sphere in whatever colour you like (call this your “life” colour), and distance yourself from the sphere so that you are watching the sphere, entirely detached from it. Let all the colour in your sphere go translucent.
To me it seems that all the rest of life, the “middle” things, in your “life” colour, work, education, exams, driving/travelling, eating/preparing food, sleeping… tend to take up the majority of the space in the sphere, whilst the “big” reasons to be happy are pretty much invisible from where you stand on the outside of the sphere, past this massive block of life colour. All that is accessible/truly visible is the happiness colour from the “smallest” reasons to be happy, that are on the very edge of the sphere.
From this model of happiness, I can see two possible ways of becoming happier:
1. Find your small reasons to be happy in the “middle” of life, what you spend most of your time doing (letting the outer shell of happiness colour grow inwards)
2. Find all the things in the “middle” of your life so important that they become big reasons to be happy (letting the inner sphere of happiness colour grow outwards)
(My favourite thing to then do with this model is simultaneously let the inner sphere of happiness colour grow outwards and the outer shell of happiness colour grow inwards until they both end up expanding and taking over the entirety of your field of vision with happiness colour.)
What do I mean in real world terms? I mean that you should make yourself see everything as a reason to be happy.
How do I propose to go about doing this? I’d like to address the second part of this entry’s title: “a state of mind” in order to explain.
“Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same. ”
Earlier this week I was talking to friends about how they would end the sentence “Life is…” (I don’t think I got a single positive word in response.) My response in return was along the lines of “awesomely exciting and amazing and whatever you want it to be”. And what was the response to this? “Are you like 12??” It didn’t half make me laugh! Why is it that being happy or merely positive is automatically linked with being childish, and not understanding the “real” world? If we’re not taught how to have a positive outlook when part of the “real” world as a child, what use is much of what we are taught? Surely if we spend much more of our lives being not-children than being children, it would make much more sense to be depressed throughout childhood and have learnt to be happy by the time we reach adulthood, than the other way round.
I’m not saying that I couldn’t go on forever ending “Life is…” with everything that was wrong in the world, but I can’t see why I would want to, when I could instead consider what I could make good in the world as more significant. I don’t even think it’s a case of “is the glass half empty or half full?”, but a case of “the glass is completely empty but all I have to do to have a full glass is go and fill it up, and though I can’t quite fill it to the top as it would probably spill, the small effort of going to almost fill up the glass would be much more worthwhile than staring at the empty glass.” You could stare at the empty glass and moan about how awful the world can be, or go and fill it up and think how at the very least you could make your life seem happier.
Maybe I’m being too naive and optimistic, yet I’d rather that to being convinced that every corner of the world is out to get me and depressed. And if the whole world is out to get me, all the better because I’m out to get the whole world (not really, but that sounds cool).
In conclusion, my point is that, as I see it, there’s no need to spend life searching for happiness, because all it takes it to look at the world a bit differently (I’m now picturing myself turning the sphere into earth and scribbling over the life colour with happiness colour, not particularly caring that the life colour’s still there, because I can find value in life anyway).
(*In case you’re wondering, my happiness colour is whitey-cream, and my life colour is greeny-blue. What were yours?)
One day this week I read probably hundreds of internet sites all about positive sentences and inspirational quotes. I’d like to share with you what I’ve discovered after running my own mini-experiment on positive sentences (I was thinking of trying negative sentences too but I saw no reason to actively encourage myself to think negatively, and I discovered that there wasn’t really much difference between a positive and a negative sentence – it just depends on how you label it.)
I decided to start with positive words, following some advice on a random wikihow article. This article suggested thinking “My positive word is…” (with your positive word at the end of the sentence). I’m not going to share with you my positive word, because it wouldn’t have made any difference if it had been any other word I picked. I picked the very first word that popped into my head, which happened to be the name of someone I know. Since I found it hilarious that that was the first word to pop into my head, that is now my positive word, and it has yet to fail to make me laugh/smile at the thought my positive word, though I’m not particularly sure why as it’s not really funny. I don’t find my positive word positive because of what the word is – it might as well be lollipop or bungalow or banana – I think it’s more the process of remember being positive whenever you think of “positive”. Wit h my positive word, I kept thinking that I should come up with a better word that actually means something, but came to the conclusion that a word’s just a word, a collection symbols or basic sounds, and it’s the meaning I derive from it that’s more important.
This led me on to consider what was the point of having a positive word – is it meant to inspire in you an attitude that you can succeed at something, or just momentarily cheer you up, or give your brain something to divert to when you’re thinking negatively, so overall you think more positively? What if I was to instead think “My negative word is…”? I think it would actually make me think more positively than negatively, as I’d probably just find it amusing! Then again, why should I want it to be simply a word or sentence that inspires me/motivates me/cheers me up? Would it not be better to be motivated by some deep willpower with actual reasons for motivation, or should we just be motivated for the sake of it? Personally I would take the latter view as although both of these could be considered as “intrinsic motivation” if you only start something because you’ve already got some urge to do so, you’d never learn the skill of developing a love for anything else, maybe being less motivated overall. Last summer, I met Jo Cameron (from the Apprentice) and one thing she said to me (it’s irrelevant what she was referring to), “Love it. Love it. Love it. And when you stop loving it, find a way to love it again.” So whilst I’d agree that we should “love” whatever it is, putting yourself in a state of mind where you’d more positively want to love anything, not just this chosen thing to do, could maybe make you overall more motivated.
I then went on to consider a whole, positive sentence. The first sentences that I thought of were those that never fail to make me laugh (and I doubt anyone else would understand why I find them amusing as they wouldn’t know the whole story behind it). One such sentence is “Don’t sulk in sectionals” (and I’d expect that you have absolutely no clue what I’m going on about!). But then, I don’t feel particularly motivated to arise out of a bad situation, but I am in a much better mood (or possibly not as I’m never really in a bad mood in first place and I was perfectly happy 2 minutes ago) than I was a few minutes ago. Other people’s positive sentences and inspirational quotes seem to be along the lines of “everything’ll be ok” or they’ll rule the world one day. Personally I don’t find such a mentality very inspirational to do anything, as it seems to imply that if you do nothing life will make itself better anyway. I’ve cast my thoughts back to what I’ve told myself when faced with problems (I mean actual problems as opposed to my random mathematical/physical questions like “how can thrust be modeled at a molecular level?”). And I haven’t thought of anything much, besides “my willpower can overcome it” whenever in a situation of mind over matter – but that’s not really a “positive sentence”, it’s just me telling myself that I can do whatever it is, and if I was aware that I really couldn’t, I wouldn’t think that I could anyway!
In conclusion, I’d say that I don’t really need a positive sentence, because I can make myself positive simply through an enjoyment of thinking (and music) – and I have a habit of smiling. I’ve long since made my outlook on life positive, and one word or phrase is not going to change that, though it’s nice to know that thinking of a random word a linking it with being positive can make me smile, but then again maybe it’s a bit daft to use this to divert my thinking from something else, even if it would be a less depressing thought, as it has no purpose and its effect might last until I stop thinking of it. I’d rather face whatever the depressing thought may be and find some way to be positive despite that, rather than a completely unrelated reason to be happy.
What are your positive thoughts?
These are my answers to more questions that I’ve been asked:
How did I come to realise that I have synaesthesia?
I don’t particularly know when I first “realised” any difference between how others and I perceive the world/senses/pain and I am continually intrigued by how others can perceive things differently – it leads me to think how just generally every mind must be so different. I think a child generally assumes that the rest of humanity is like them and I think that realising difference is akin to how any child becomes, over time, less naive, less innocent, and gradually becomes aware of many differences between people e.g. differences in race, or how others live in poverty. I don’t really remember how I perceived things when I was younger, as I never really thought about it all. However, I equally cannot remember not perceiving things in the same way that I do now, no do I remember noticing there being any change in my perceptions. I can’t remember. In my memories of being around aged 4, and first learning to read, I can remember the words being coloured, but I could be imposing this colour onto the memory, seeing I as cannot visualise something in no colour or the “wrong” colour e.g. trying to imagine a blue letter “a”. In one such instance, I was reading the word “Llandudno” when I was maybe 6, and I remember thinking that I knew this word, because it was yellow. I can remember the colours of people’s voices who I’ve never met again since when I was much younger. In answer to the question, I happened to read an article on the internet about synaesthesia and it was immediately obvious that it applied to me.
Do I know why the colours are what they are?
I have very little idea – the colours never change, but they seem rather arbitrary. There are various “theories” flouted around the internet/in books which overall seem to agree they’re random, but there are some suggestions that having e.g. certain letters linked with certain colours in your environment when very young could be an influence, say coloured fridge magnets (the fridge magnets in may house had many of each letter of the alphabet, all in different colours). I used to watch LetterLand videos when I was maybe aged 3, but my colours are nothing like the same colours as those (and I remember finding it the wrong colours on them a bit irritating). I have noticed (or, rather, had pointed out to me during various conversations), that there are a few patterns in the colours, such as that p, 6, b and d are all similarly shaped and are all shades of blue in some form, but in terms of shade/texture they look nothing like each other even if I could call them all “blue”!
The letters of the Cyrillic alphabet (I do Russian at school) are also coloured. There are cases where a letter in the Latin alphabet e.g. g means a different sound in the Cyrillic alphabet, yet they are still the same colour, suggesting that colour is based on shape over sound for anything visual (but that’s probably expected!) – though what the sounds looks like if the sounds are voiced are obviously different.
What colour am I?
My name, Clare, is a mixture of yellows, and a bit reddy-orange, a bit like fire but it’s mainly yellow. I never notice what colour my voice is; I don’t really see it – I don’t think it’s tinged any particular colour and is just the colour of the substance of the sounds.
Would I rather not have synaesthesia?
I’m rather neutral – I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have synaesthesia. I find it difficult to even mentally separate sound from vision. However I guess if I didn’t have synaesthesia I would be equally used to that and think it would be weird to have synaesthesia like how I think it must be strange to not have synaesthesia! I think I would find it hard to comprehend words/numbers as easily without synaesthesia, as I think I tend to read the colour more than the actual shape of a letter, and I think it would be harder to tell the difference between words or long streams of letters or numbers if they weren’t all differently coloured. Maybe my memory is better than it would be without synaesthesia, as I have a very visual memory and colour sticks in my mind, but who knows (I think I just have a good memory anyway to be honest). Moreover, I doubt I would love music so much if it didn’t look so awesome!
I don’t think there are any significant disadvantages of synaesthesia, other than occasionally it can make me feel overwhelmed with sensory input.
Do I get the “reverse” of my synaesthesia?
By “reverse”, what is meant is: does seeing a colour make me hear a note, or do I see a letter “m” when I see its colour? The answer would be no – and I think it would be like hearing a complete din whenever you opened your eyes if it was! (but then again I’ve been told that my description of what I see when I hear sound seems like a lot of plaint/fireworks being randomly thrown around in front of me, and people do have this type of synaesthesia) I also doubt I would ever see something that was EXACTLY the same as its “proper” colour – as by colour I include also the nature of the colour (I keep saying texture but I can’t think of any other words – maybe hue, how aerated it is, how distant it is, how grainy/murky/smudged/clear/defined it is)
What happens if something is in the “wrong” colour?
I think that there are two issues to deal with here:
1 – words/anything written
If a whole block of text is written in a single colour, it doesn’t really matter what colour it is, but I find it really annoying when single letters or words are in individual colours and they’re the wrong colour, as it takes me longer to get my head round what it says. Interestingly, the words for most colours are not the same colour as the colour they refer to, for example “lilac” is very very yellow.
2 – sound
I dislike music played at Baroque pitch (or tuned to higher than A at 440Hz or out of tune pianos) as it’s like the whole colour spectrum has been shifted in one direction – in terms of Baroque pitch it’s generally duller and bluer. Other than this I don’t think there are any situations whereby I could have sound presented in the “wrong” colour as in reality you don’t get whole rooms painted say red or music notation coloured in.
What exactly do I see as a piece of music is played?
I see each sound for as long as I hear it, and I see it roughly where the sound came from, but it moves towards me in the instant that it’s first sounded. There are transparent blobs, of varying texture, of colour in the region of where the sound comes from, and the colour is a mixture of all the pitches/timbres making up a sound.
Does the colour of someone’s voice ever change?
Not that I’m aware of. I can’t say if it would change over really long periods of time as I’ve not lived long enough to be able to tell. When someone say has a cold or talks on the phone their voice looks different, but then it sounds different too, so that would be expected, and the shade of the colour rarely changes much from their “usual” shade.
I can’t think of any more questions at the moment, so I’ll end here for now.
As I’m in a writing mode, I think I’ll tell you about something I’ve been thinking about recently. I am starting with this as my first topic as then you might better understand me.
I have a “neurological phenomenon” called synaesthesia (American spelling: synesthesia). This is where an input in one sense automatically, simultaneously invokes an input in another sense. I’ve told maybe 10% of the people I know of this, and am going to write about this because I get asked so often about the exact nature of it and recently I’ve been asked questions about synaesthesia about which I’ve never thought, as as far as I was concerned until I was 13 and a bit, the whole rest of the world perceived everything in pretty much the same way. For what reason would anyone have to think otherwise? I think I’m just as intrigued by the concept of how non-synaesthetes perceive things as they are about how I do.
FAQs re: synaesthesia and me
How does synaesthesia affect me?
Firstly, I have grapheme-colour synaesthesia, which means that as I look at what I am typing, although I am fully aware that it is “black”, is coloured – colour is projected onto each letter, an arbitrarily small space above the letters. Each individual letter/number/pretty much any symbol/set of random lines has a colour. The colour of a word is a mixture of the colours of all the letters in it (likewise for long streams of numbers), but it is most heavily influenced by the colour of the first letter, and by letters with “stronger” colours.
As a rough guide, these are the colours I see: (these descriptions won’t be very good as it they are very exact shades in a given state of appearance but I even in a infinite amount of time I would struggle to describe the colours/texture exactly)
a – neutral red, a bit light, male, a capital A is a bolder shade of red, as if the A is physically closer to me than an a
b – neutral blue, male
c – bright, rounded yellow, female, defined edges to the colour
d – darkish royal blue, D is darker than d, and more noticeable, male
e – an orangey-pink (not very pink) colour, quite dull and faded, female (the other letters all have gender but I’m a bit bored of writing them by now so I’ll leave them off the rest and add them later, this is called ordinal linguistic personification I think)
f – a proper orange colour, not that bright/fluorescent
g – a dull grass green
h – a dark, royal green (if such a colour existed)
i – mainly white, a bit creamy/yellowy depending on context (i.e. what letters surround it). Capital I is yellowier than i
j – light-fuschia-pinky-orange (not really but I never know how to describe j)
k – light green, not a bright shade, solemn, well defined edges to the colour
l – yellow, not as rounded/goldy as c. neutral
m – rounded green colour, like an oak tree leaf
n – dark greeny-black
o – brown, fairly light, appears as dark brown when surrounded by dark letters
p – paleish blue, not bright
q -white-turquoise-greeny colour, (green as in really diltured apple juice – but I mean the whiteish apple juice as opposed to the reddish-green apple juice)
r – a firey red, more orangey than a, and much brighter/stronger than a
s – red, less orangey than a, but darker/stronger than a, a bit wispy in shade
t – lightish yellowy-green
u – light purply-blue
v – darkish bluey-blackish-purple (not at all plum coloured by the way)
w – very dark, slightly bluish, black
x – dark grey, can be a bit bluish in some contexts
y – goldy-yellowy-tan colour
z – dark blackish grey, darker than w
1 – bright, goldy, strong, well-led, yellow
2 – darkish blue, quite royal in colour
3 – orange, not that bright but not really pinkish or reddish in any noticeable way, like an orange that is starting to go off
4 – bluey-greeny-slightly orangy (but very very slightly)-black (so hard to describe!)
5 – a royal red, like crimson but brighter (I love looking at this number)
6 – a pathetic blue, not light or dark particularly, a bit smudged looking
7 – flourescent light green, but a bit paler – I absolutely HATE the number 7 because it looks horrid and gives the impression it’s going to grow fangs and eat me (I’m not mad, I just really dislike the number 7, apparently it’s called septaphobia, but I’m not afraid of 7, I’m perfectly rationally aware that it’s just a line bent in two, I just dislike the number 7 very much just how some people don’t like sprouts, which I, incidentally, love)
8 – dark blue-black
9 – green, like peas but a bit darker/more rounded, wears a hat
0 – faded orange-light brown.
I also have sound-colour synaesthesia, so I see pretty much all forms of sound as if on a screen projected at about arm’s length away from me. This includes music, voices, and generally random everyday sound, but it’s pitch that specifically has colour. The exact nature of the colour and its texture depends on what’s making the sound, its timbre, where it’s coming from, its octave.
I can fairly reliably tell what note something is from its colour, since I can remember what colour each pitch (referring to those used in western music) is.
Off the top of my head (I mean without going and getting my violin and playing each note and spending hours trying to decide how to describe each colour), these are them:
A – bright red, rounded, strong
A sharp/B flat
B – pale light blue, slightly lilac-coloured
C – yellow, can very from dark mustard to really clear light yellow depending on octave
C sharp/D flat – dark blueish mustard colour (not in any way green!)
D – royal blue, rich, sky coloured (on a clear day) at higher octaves)
D sharp/E flat – dark reddish-pinky-orangey-black
E – murky orange
F – bright orange
F sharp/G flat – dark, bright orange, very slightly very very dark green tinge
G – piercing, sickly green, like grass but less bright and less full in shade
G sharp/A flat – medium darkness greeny red (mainly green)
I also see pain as colour, generally green/red/blue/black.
Days of the week are also coloured, and I perceive them, along with numbers, and time in general, implanted in 3D space around me (spatial sequence synaethesia).
People are coloured, but I think it’s their voices (i.e. the colour of the sound of their voice) and maybe some subconscious link with the colour of their name.
To be continued
I’m Clare, aged 16. (I don’t think there’s much more of any importance to say about myself – as far as I’m concerned I’m one mind with consciousness somewhere in the middle of this universe. In my opinion, what this mind thinks and believes is of more significance than who I am or where I come from)
Today I’ve decided to write a blog.
Probably my favourite thing to do is think. I would say it’s to think about anything, but I currently have two main life aims and I these sum up what I most like to think about.
My current two main life aims:
1. to gain a better understanding of the universe
My questions currently concern (the list is much longer but I’ll stick to what I’ve thought about in the past few days):
different ways of comprehending all forms of dimension, as a means of not feeling so helpless at the thought of how to mentally picture time
understanding forces, but by considering them as a type of dimension
understanding deterministic chaos and its relevance to the world
patterns found in the universe
2. to gain a better understanding of myself, and then human nature in general
This past week or so, this has included:
how I think, ways of considering how I think, why I think what I do
my energy and motivation, and how that is separated into mental and physical energy, how this manifests itself and how I can influence it
why I struggle to understand what I struggle to understand, particularly in cases where it seems that in general the rest of humanity has a better understanding than me
what makes me “happy”, what is the optimum level for happiness and how this relates to mental energy
why I love what I love. What I love could probably be broken down into classical music and thinking (and the wonderful world mathematics/physics)
to decide what I want to do with my life with sound reasoning for coming to whatever conclusion I come to (this is probably the only issue that I would like to resolve considerably before the end of my life!)
to be able to express myself so that people are less amazed when what I’m going on about makes sense
the nature of creativity and intelligence
how I, and others, perceive the world and come to comprehend concepts
I would like to try to put some of my thoughts into words, as a type of mental challenge since I struggle to comprehend something before I’ve created a visual model of it – by way of example, these past few hours I’ve been thinking about the concept of entirely unrelated dimensions and different ways in which I could understand this idea.
My way of thinking is to ask myself questions from many different view points until I am brought to an answer, which could equally be why I cannot comprehend something. And I make that answer a question, using it as the starting point for further discovery. Yet, if I never succeed in answering any of my ever-growing list of questions, I don’t particularly care, because I love the thought process far more than the end result – and since when I’ve answered one thing my mind wanders onto further questions, I’ve long since come to the conclusion that I will never be able to understand anything in a way that I’m satisfied with, and that’s fine, because otherwise life, in my opinion, would be boring.
In summary, the aim of this blog is to explore my changing views of the world, and to share this experience with anyone who would like to join me (and I don’t particularly care if nobody wishes to, because I find it fun anyway). I do keep a much more detailed diary of my thoughts, but in complete honesty very little of it would be understandable to anyone else and it’s mostly nonsensical and consists lists of things to jog my memory of some of my most enjoyable trains of thought.
Feel free to ask me any questions about anything I post.