Imperceptive Spaces

It's all about the travels that we have made that show us to whether or not we are ready to take on the darker secrets of the world - Travelers Prohibited

The world is filled with so many variations of life, heights, summits, cliffs, people, paths, and water. In one lifetime it is hard to discover the entirety of it all, but without traveling, without the journeys, and without the destinations, both metaphorically and literally, an individual cannot grow.

Life itself is a metaphor for exploring, yourself as a person, as well as your physical surroundings.

There are so many ups and downs, so many obstacles one most experience and with stand to get them to become the person they are ultimately meant to be. There are darker parts of the world that many never see because they are not brave enough to step into imperceptive spaces. 

Those who feel like they will lose full control and won’t let go of that hold will never experience the entirety of the travel, hindering their reach of life’s complete fulfillment of happiness. This “self controller” will live in his or her own imagination because they are afraid of what could be so instead the only thing they have left is their imagination. 

“Imagination alone offers some imitation of what can be,” as described by Andre Breton in his “First Manifesto of Surrealism.” But the imagination alone cannot make up for the missed life experiences.

Experience, Memories, Journey

It’s the Journey,, is what I always tell myself when I am going through a new experience. Whether a positive one or a negative one, each journey teaches a lesson.

“Its not about the destination, but about your journey along the way.”

In times of struggle or negativity it is always hard to focus on the journey. You ask yourself millions of questions…

            Why me?

                        Why this?

                                    Why now?

In times of balance and positivity you lose sight of the journey you made once you reached your destination, because you feel as if though you do not need to look back if you have already made it to your goal.

Journeys create memories and they create stories. Journeys introduce people to new places, things, and even other people, just as Andre’s journey introduced him to his Nadja, and from there, Andre created memories and wrote his stories.

Life, as tawdry as it may sound, is filled with journeys, without those journeys you would be at a stand still. Lessons would never be learned, stories would never be created so that they could later be told. Life would just be a bottomless pit of nothing and who wants to live in a world of no experience, no journeys, no memories?

Summer Memories

Summer is the time for memories to be made. Whether with family, friends, and loved ones, it’s the time we’ve made to enjoy each other and remove ourselves from Work and School. That Day Summer Hits, the memories start to create themselves.

Memories: something remembered from the past; a recollection

Memories alter throughout a person’s life. Some become fog, a black and white, maybe even a grey sight so far filed in the back of your cerebellum. Over the years, the facts of the memory become blurred questions just as henna fades with time. Others, if they’re strong enough, stick so close to the front of your mind. When that specific memory is chosen and recalled, it could feel as if it only happened minutes, hours, or even days ago. The smells, the taste, the people, the scenes, all stay carved, like a tattoo, no longer like the fading henna. The colors are vibrant; the feelings still trickle through your skin.

“When the smog settles in, though, trapping heat in a bell jar of sweat, the sidewalks get hot enough for conduction and the rubber soles of shoes begin to burn feet.”

Could it be the history of the environment wraps itself into the thoughts of those visiting? These memorials marked their territory in a part of our mind for some reason. Was it the experience?

            “The sculptures are only a passing distraction, a preamble towards the museums, the Smithsonian welcoming them in to air-conditioned archival rooms…”

Or could it be that our memory is holding on to someone or something that was lost and in order to never forget them?

“… because that is the exact place where my mind wanders back to any time I think of the last time where we were us, a family of five.”