Free time, or a lack of a better term, idleness (I'd prefer to call it 'positive boredom'), is an essential variable for creativity. Days like these where I have to put my foot down and tell myself to abandon work, are days where my books are beckoning me to turn their pages, ideas waiting to be engaged and penned down, films waiting to be watched, time seeking to be spent in quiet contemplation and the soul wanting to express itself in all its authenticity. Days like these are those which we tend to downplay on their importance and dismiss as unproductive without realising the magic they hold. Idleness is frowned upon because it doesn't seem quite compatible with today's norms of productivity. But idleness can be productive if this temporary emptiness of the mind and letting go of the motions invites modes of expressions and ideas that would not come alive if we were to be constantly engaged without pauses. In idleness, we are letting our extraordinary minds wander. And when we let our minds wander, we are letting ourselves grow and letting our souls just, be.
Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby Sometimes I drive so fast Just to feel the danger I want to scream it makes me feel alive To walk within the lines Would make my life so boring I want to know that I have been to the extreme So knock me off my feet Come on now, give it to me Anything to make me feel alive Is it enough to love? Is it enough to breathe? Somebody rip my heart out And leave me here to bleed Is it enough to die? Somebody save my life I'd rather be anything but ordinary please I'd rather be anything but ordinary please Let down your defenses Use no common sense If you look, you will see That this world is a beautiful, accident Turbulent, succulent, opulent Permanent, no way I wanna taste it Don't wanna waste it away yeah, yeah Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
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