Random Thought #100: §hine On Ü: Crazy Diamond (N The Rough)

Many people think we lose our ability to feel joy as we age, especially when it comes to experiencing new art, which is partly true since “new” art loses its novelty as you begin to recognize the patterns, but that’s just one aspect that generates joy from art.

If we’re being honest, we lose the ability to experience joy because we lose the ability to believe; not necessarily in God, I don’t want to make this religious, but more importantly, we lose our belief in the world, and most importantly, we lose belief in our selfs.

Art is a reflection of our selfs. The experience is subjective because it’s your interaction with the object that creates art, not the object itself. A painting is just a bunch of colors and shapes until we see something more in between the lines.

The problem is that as we age, we become far more aware of the faults in the world, so instead of imagining the wonders hidden in space, we begin searching for the fault in our stars.

Everything that exposes our selfs alongside the world becomes sickening. The stories we see no longer inspire hope for the future, now reminding us of dead dreams that we feel foolish that we ever believed.

So we stop dreaming, deciding seeing is believing, then closing our eyes, so never seeing the crazy diamond N the rough.