Draining My Mind Before I Go To Bed

There are times when people saying a specific something, that sparks this spur of emotions inside of you and it makes you feel funny.  This is good, it makes you realise things, those that you don't usually come up with in your daily usual life.

It gives you time, to sit back and reflect, the reasons of you own actions, to realise the consequences and outcome of that causation.  I think, we humans sway too much towards the lazy side, always seem to be put off by the very thought that putting effort into reaching something better isn't worth it if you can get it ready-made.  That's called laziness and we all have it.

There are times where you have to go and get a move on, to see the sights of wherever you go, to experience whatever life throws at you, never stopping in the middle of something only to get back to it later on.  Things you start must be finished, or you won't have learnt the whole lesson.

OK, I think I'm starting to state random things now and probably isn't going to make sense the instance I wake up and read this the second time round.  That's good, it's at least showing me my subconcious state of mind, typing up whatever keys my fingers want to press, to post things up in raw form without any thought put into it, to process it, to synthesise it.  It's raw thought at it's best, or so I believe.

The subconcious state of mind - almost a surrealstic dimension, a world full of reality's impossibilities, imaginations so vivid that they begin to leak into even the concious state of mind.  To be able to remember these dreamlike memories, to be able to recall them and use them for when your creativity requires them, I consider as one of our prized traits.

I love how my mind can get so scattered, I just recalling what I've put just then, dotting things around but never around the same point, all differing in some slight way.

I turned on the radio only just, to the sound of drum and bass.  I had forgotten the wonders and the warmth about what the radio present to me, to experience them once again, to know that it isn't the last time it will happen, can remove some of this insanity that goes through my head.

There's something else I want to say, but to add it on to the end of this note seems wrong and doesn't fit the criteria and purpose of this blog entry.  I shall make a third one for today.