In life, who makes the jester laugh? Or is the jester just someone who is a keen observer and finds the humor in everything in life? I guess I can ask a comedian when I come across one, since they hold the closest profession to jesters.
This has been a rough week for me. That’s the thing about trying something new and putting yourself out there: there are no guarantees that the outcome will be ideal. I won’t say that I regret any of my decisions, but I wonder how things might have been different for me if I had taken different paths than the ones I did. But that’s the thing about life, it doesn’t come with an instruction manual. Besides, and maybe this is a little naive of me, but I like to think that things can change, for better or for worse, in an instant as long as I don’t give up.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about my degree in Psychology and how I love the field, but since I never really put what I learned in school into practice, I feel like I’m not very competent in that area. One day, if I’m able, I would like to go back to school and study Neuropsychology just because it interests me. This is how I also feel about writing, except I’m actually putting writing into practice. I’ll probably never be an expert in writing, but it interests me and I feel it’s good for my overall well-being. For instance, right now I’m feeling better simply because I’m writing, even though this week has been difficult.
Writing for me is like having a therapy session with my computer. Writing not only helps me feel creative but also allows me to put my thoughts and feelings into tangible form. Writing helps me communicate how I think and what I feel when talking doesn’t work. I don’t have any expectations when it comes to this blog and writing. It just is what it is, and in a world full of expectations and obligations, it’s nice to know that writing brings that very welcome change of pace for me.
This may be a little out there, but my writings are an extension of me, who I am, and how I think. Even how I mentally process things. So I guess in that aspect, psychology is involved. The same thing goes for visual arts in some cases…Take this picture, for example:
This is from “The Storyteller’s Handbook” by Elise Hurst. When I look at this picture of a rabbit crying because of the broken plane, I think maybe that the rabbit was on an island all by himself, and he thought the only way to escape the island was by using that plane, but it didn’t work because of the strong winds. That plane represents an unsuccessful attempt to escape something burdensome, and because it did not work out the way the rabbit had hoped, it broke his heart. (Poor thing.) I’m sure everyone has had moments like the rabbit. I know I have.
Author’s note: Forgive me. As I’m reading over this piece before posting, I realize it’s all over the place. It’s just where my mind is at right now. I think in this blog post, I talked about four different things seemingly unrelated to each other. I promise it’s all connected, it just might not seem that way at first glance. Thanks for reading!