Can’t do a better list myself!
Disclaimer : this list is not a hint for people to buy me stuff. It’s something I plan to get for myself! Tell me if I’m crazy to not wanta get fancier stuff. Better still, if you got cooler stuff to recommend, please educate me.
Just so I can tick off this list which, for the record, is the most geeky to date, here are the lovely inventions I’m lusting after 🙂
1) Google Chromebook (affordable & constantly updates itself – light, portable, etc. Need I say more?)
2) iPad mini retina (non mutually-exclusive with item 1)
3) Pebble watch (cuz it’s cool)
4) Game of thrones season 2 onwards (I know, I’m so out-of-date on this)
5) new phone (maybe iPhone, maybe not. Never used one. Not sure if I can do without an Android)
That’s all! Short & greedy post, completed while commuting home from town. My plan for a mini digital detox has failed miserably.
I’ve signed up for something called Creativity, Innovation and Change on Coursera starting September 2013. Not sure if I am going to complete the course, but it is supposed to help me discover and nurture my inner Creative Person.
I do agree that everyone is capable of creativity but I want to know how much more creative I can be. At the moment, I do believe that my creativity lies in my words.
I love language and I regard this as the pinnacle of how I express myself. Especially when I am excited about something but can’t express it through voice and action (mostly because I’m physically in my cubicle at the office and my office floor is extremely quiet most of the time).
I used to plan my blog entries while commuting between work and home. I made the mistake, many times, of not jotting down the exact awesome phrases that the creative part of my brain spews out into my consciousness, therefore a lot of time I end up rehashing the literary expression and somehow it doesn’t always end up ideal.
I spend so much time having conversations with myself that I managed to dream up an entire imaginary relationship once while commuting. I’m often afraid that syndrome has not gone away and I’m trapped in my own thoughts with no one knowing what’s going on. It’s easy to get lost in your own thoughts while commuting. Observing others watching Korean dramas on their tablets, checking Facebook like an addict or basically just indulging in whatever distraction they have to ease away the awkwardness of standing too close to strangers in a confined space inspires me sometimes to think of either ways to magically teleport myself to an open space or, worse, start singing at the top of my lungs.
This feeling of not being able to express exactly how you feel in the moment creates, for me, an inner energy that gets swallowed mentally into my brain. Social etiquette, civil mindedness in public spaces etc limits that kind of expression for someone who’s either not a busker or celebrity doing an on-location shoot.
I call this feeling Latent Drive. Like latent energy in physics just waiting to be let out, latent drive is the energy force in us that makes us want to just do it. And I want to learn how to harness my latent drive through discovery of creative expression.
Today, I stop hoping and waiting for things to happen to me.
Today, I start making things within my control happen as I plan, & filter what I cannot control so that things which should be out stay out and the doors may open for the good to enter.
“Whatever will be, will be.”
In this world as of this age, does this hold true? The factors affecting the result of a chain of events are so far fetching and unpredictable that, whatever will be, becomes what you will it to be.
Yet, willing ain’t the same as wishing. In the past, people generally lived in societies that had suppressed freedom of thought & expression. Today, especially with the freedom movements & uprisings etc, suddenly it’s perfectly fine to be your own person. Suddenly individuality is celebrated. Suddenly it’s ok to be terrifically explicit in what you want for yourself.
Except, not everyone realises the power of this freedom until they hold it in their hands.
What wisdom it must take for one to know with certainty what’s best for oneself. What resolution it must take to stick with your own agenda; your bucket list, squashing all forms of procrastination & self doubt, to soldier on & go forth to realize your, should I say, dream.
Dreams. Such a unioxymoron. Epitome of a paradox contained in one word. Fleeting yet poignant; within sight yet so hard to grasp.
What do we do to finally make it real? What do we do to finally be able to look in the mirror and sigh with satisfaction (not like an opened champagne bottle) & tell ourselves yes, I’ve did it, I’ve nothing to regret about?
If only life was that scientific.