Volaju
30-05-2016, 06:24 PM
So, let me start by saying that for the past few years I've been battling parts of my psyche or soul or spirit - whatever you want to call it, that seemed to have kind of divided from my mind. Its gotten so complicated that they don't want me to refer to them as 'me.' and that the relationship is more than abusive and pretty messy at the moment.
Anyways, one part my psyche is currently going through something that's kind of effecting the whole of the individual. I'm unsure however if it an ideal about purpose or more the idea of 'why.'
Ever since I was very young - I grew up on cartoons, video games, books and adventures outside with friends playing the hero and being that way for a long time. My passion used to be drawing and writing and storytelling - I loved it, no it really was my everything. I'm quite sure I love art more than I've loved any person and I was adamant about being like the great directors and storytellers who tales told of morals and gave those underlying truths that I thought humanity needed to see nowadays. I wanted to be renown for it too - maybe even famous like they were.
Well, some time went by and something really traumatic happened to me - I went through a period of psychosis and to make a long story short - was essentially a megalomaniac with a overly inflated ego for a couple months. When I came back to reality - I realized how much I hated it, and how much I really hated the world and the things I saw in it. My life of indulging in fantasy and what-ifs backfired and gave me horrible expectations for reality. I guess I wasn't grounded, or whatever terminology they used nowadays. Now, parts of my psyche that abhor me also abhor creativity as a whole. They say that no good comes from writing these stories, if I can fall and lose my mind because of the false promises or misconceptions they give out about reality then maybe many others can as well. And everything I loved about storytelling and such suddenly became dark and double-edged. I realize that every story I make was going to have a positive and negative aspect - but considering society, the negative was going to take precedence and it wasn't going to bring any good. In the end I was going to hurt more people than help... and I've seen it, how it can effect people that way.
All and all, I guess I've given up on that part of me. But as of late my passion in just about everything has been drying up and I wonder if its because I lost my love for something that used to drive me so much. I guess I was writing this because maybe people need to know how social media effects society and certain people.
Anyways, one part my psyche is currently going through something that's kind of effecting the whole of the individual. I'm unsure however if it an ideal about purpose or more the idea of 'why.'
Ever since I was very young - I grew up on cartoons, video games, books and adventures outside with friends playing the hero and being that way for a long time. My passion used to be drawing and writing and storytelling - I loved it, no it really was my everything. I'm quite sure I love art more than I've loved any person and I was adamant about being like the great directors and storytellers who tales told of morals and gave those underlying truths that I thought humanity needed to see nowadays. I wanted to be renown for it too - maybe even famous like they were.
Well, some time went by and something really traumatic happened to me - I went through a period of psychosis and to make a long story short - was essentially a megalomaniac with a overly inflated ego for a couple months. When I came back to reality - I realized how much I hated it, and how much I really hated the world and the things I saw in it. My life of indulging in fantasy and what-ifs backfired and gave me horrible expectations for reality. I guess I wasn't grounded, or whatever terminology they used nowadays. Now, parts of my psyche that abhor me also abhor creativity as a whole. They say that no good comes from writing these stories, if I can fall and lose my mind because of the false promises or misconceptions they give out about reality then maybe many others can as well. And everything I loved about storytelling and such suddenly became dark and double-edged. I realize that every story I make was going to have a positive and negative aspect - but considering society, the negative was going to take precedence and it wasn't going to bring any good. In the end I was going to hurt more people than help... and I've seen it, how it can effect people that way.
All and all, I guess I've given up on that part of me. But as of late my passion in just about everything has been drying up and I wonder if its because I lost my love for something that used to drive me so much. I guess I was writing this because maybe people need to know how social media effects society and certain people.