She is a woman to me, for it is the only way I can relate to how I am… I am obsessed with my ideas. I dream about them, but not too much because she won’t let me sleep. I feel happy when I describe her, I feel off when life gets in the way. She has never let me be, she is always with me. I always feel the need to write, but I am chained by my obligations, while all I really want is to share her story with the world.
We have those moments where we feel like we are fulfilling our destiny, even by doing a simple task… the sense of euphoria that surges within, god’s way to tell us that he is pleased with what we do. I sit in a lecture hall, and I get the feeling like someone is whispering into my ear, she reminds me that she’s here. She shines a light on a new idea, and I find my self treading on the thin line between the real and the unreal, where only my subconscious is awake, and my conscious is not aware of my reality.
How far will she go? Only I can tell by following her to the end…
Your ideas are your purpose, obsession is your guilt from being away from your purpose… make time for your ideas, or she will stop talking to you… once you lose her, you lose your purpose.
Be creative… be happy… be with purpose.
You know, I’ve always had this thought: what if bad addictions could be transformed into good ones? Usually, people prone to obsession and addiction end up getting obsessed/addicted to drugs, violence, and sex. But then there’s the great stuff, like writing, art, and music that can take on an obsession of its own. Although I do believe there are therapies out there like that, I’d like to see more of them. I’m sure they can do wonders for many people.
Its the only healthy addiction in the world, the addiction to creativity… we are using the little fragment of the creator within us, giving it either shape, a sound, or a look.
Thanks for your comment
Lovely. It was almost like reading poetry.
Thank you, you are too kind.
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you… Glad you enjoyed a fragment of my mind 🙂
I loved it, but what I want to know is, is the ‘she’ just a fragment of your imagination or is she infact real? LOL
She’s real… and one part of her exist in That Al salasel bookstore in Avenues and Jarir bookstore… the rest is still lying dormant inside my head.
I’m Glad you enjoyed it UmKhaloodi.
Love it and you’re most welcome!
If it is a she to you I have a he.. I do agree with you in all what you’ve said and I loved the way you put it. Yet lately I’ve been having problems with him and you can say our common grounds is shaken. I just hope that we come to an understanding one day 😀
I’m glad you enjoyed that piece of my mind I posted, and I hope he will yield for you… give him time, eventually, he’ll miss talking to you and fill your brain with ideas… 🙂
You won’t lose her – one cannot escape one’s self , thus, my friend, ’tis yours to carve many paths with her, beyond her, above her and through her.
If you get a moment check out my post ‘The Silent Companion’ and ‘Rain, coffee and books”, you shall find an echo to what you have written. Keep your ink flowing. Cheers.
Evening Amin! *waving* it’s 11.30pm my brother and his wife just left.. so I thought I would stalk my favorite people! *laughing* Now I’m the one with the mental illness and I’m completely lost. *smiling* She’s real, and in your head? make your mind up?? *LMAO..
Different subject! Do you like U2? I’m listening to: With Or Without You! I so love this mans music!!!
Okay, hugs Amin! Off to see whats in your mind! xxx