3/10/2025

 

3/10/2025 9:20 AM

I'm into Cottage Core now. Why? Because I love fresh grass, green trees, open fields where the sun is shining and I'm under a tree painting and drinking coffee while listening to cottage core music. It’s just some classic piano music. I thought who would listen to this music? And here I am listening to them while explaining my ideal evening. I have so much to experience and cottagecore is not one of them. I would love to do that but some experiences have shaken me to my core and made me awe with wonders. The sheer amount of how insignificant we are against the forces of nature. Of course, I am talking about that one place in the mountains I experienced. I might never experience such vastness that hit me like a huge boulder. I was alone on some height of a small bumpy hill. There on top, were stones formed like Stonehenge. Like a vintage point or resting spot where travelers make a shelter or something. I left my crew down a bit to search for Kajin Sara Lake but there were nothing but big mountains as far as the eye can see. I felt so small like a tiny person living in the vastness of the universe. It was like the sea of mountains where I was surrounded by giant waves of rocks everywhere. A peaceful yet overwhelming experience that I would never forget. We usually view mountains from far away or just one or two mountains from really close. But this time, all those mountains were close to me, crashing against one another and forming enormous earth ripples. Glaciers were moving slowly into a large glacierfall which we just crossed. When you view such a behemoth of mighty nature up close, your sense of wonder heightens to dread. 

Okay, let's move on to my life. No more looking back to the past. I need to look forward to the future. It’s 9:44 already. If I don’t do something or write something, the time will slip by. I am in no condition to think masterfully. But why do I need to think as if I am creating a masterpiece? It’s not that hard to write whatever comes to mind. That’s the simplest thing I can do. To think. It’s such an easy task. I mean I should think in English but that’s no problem since I am proficient in English. 

Okay, let's talk about other things besides writing. Oh yes, I have to finish reading the script. But before that, I should finish my writing. Okay, finish this then. But where’s the start and where’s the end? That’s the mystery or call it a challenge.
Are you trying to write a story now? 

No. maybe? Let’s see where this will go. I follow where my hands will lead me to. If it leads me to the beginning of a grandiose adventure then I am going on an adventure. If my hands are typing so economic technical jargon then be it. My faith rests upon the hands of faith. I mean there’s one illustration or a concept art that I have not completed, and that is the hands of faith. It’s one concept from many others from the series of falling. I didn’t complete those falling series because it’s too depressing and I dont like depressing stuff.
So what should I do? Do what you must. Paint, draw, illustrate. You are just a messenger of God. Your job is to make something good and put it out there no matter what it is. Your job is to connect the bridge between people and the idea god has thrown at you. 

Think of your life as a vessel and god putting all sorts of fruit juice to make it a mocktail. Some might like the taste, some don’t. People come and drink from the fountain of your vessel with their own cups to fill and refill. God is throwing all sorts of fruits at you, some sour and some sweet, on the other hand mixing them like crazy. The irony is, that everybody is mixing fruits out of their lives, trying to make the juice they like. Some catch fruits in the meantime while some search finds it hard to juice them. It’s falling everywhere and people are catching them all over the place. They are catching one another, only to let them rot in their hands.  Only people with sheer determination, creativity, and time can make juice out of them. 

Everyone has their own set of styles. Some try to harvest it and some try to make fruit salad or maybe dry fruits. Some succeed in marketing and attracting a large sum of customers some don’t. But over time, with perseverance, they too make an impact on people and the community. 

This is how Ideas work. Everybody has an awesome movie script in their head, everybody has one master plan to build something for this world or for themselves. Everybody has these wild ideas to do something. But they don’t. They don’t make fruit salad or juice or anything worth acceptable with their fruits in their hands. They just let it rot. 

Because it’s easier to just imagine all the things you could have done if you had time and money rather than going out there and actually doing it. It’s human nature and nobody can say otherwise. But at some point, you catch a rare fruit, something you have never ever tasted and want to let people taste what you just experienced. The fruit is like nothing you have tasted and it feels so intense and great. “I must do something before it rots,” you say to yourself so you go out there searching for some juicer or fruit to mix with. You want to make that one perfect juice, the king of juice, but you don’t find any juicer to blend it in the right proportion. People ask for the taste but you deny it saying you will make the juice and then you taste it. Over time, the fruit turns stale and rots in your hand while you search for the perfect juicer. 

What to get out of this? I don’t know? I told you I would follow where my hands lead me to. This is where it lets me. To the fruit salad and juice story. I can make something out of it but I think I won't. That’s what I always do. Make something great and let it rot. Damn! Am I the person of the story? Is it talking to me? It’s 10:26, I have to go.