Memories and Imaginative Futures

I'm trying to figure out where I was last year, because I can guarantee it wasn't Earth, and definitely wasn't in the Present Moment. It's felt like a bizarre theme park ride that goes back and forth between Memories and Imaginative Futures, and does it fast and jarring. The ride went on way too long and I was done with it pretty early on. Unfortunately I had to wait it out because the other option wouldn't have ended well.

Right now I'm here, and I'm still a bit woozy. While I know I traveled, there's only partial recollection of the events, which makes it seem like most of it was just too much, and a majority of it a waste of time. What good is a good time if you can't remember it? Or a lesson in which one doesn't retain the wisdom from? I bit off more than I could chew.

My fears compelled me towards flight. The Present Moment, while seemingly benign, seemed like it was wrought with the potential for mortal danger. Then again, isn't simply being alive a threat to survival? In my search for peace and the cessation of pain, I subconsciously willed myself into various environments of isolation. Empathy is felt with those who flee the fast-paced life of inner-cities. Perhaps not literally, rather the desire to escape. Isolation was not necessarily unhealthy until it became the only thing there was.

However I feel that I've taken a few lessons from it, and others may soon be realized, one of which is prominent at the moment. Pain is important. The bad guys exist and one needs to accept that. Nature is about struggle. Rights have to be fought for and consistent, regular upkeep is required. Seclusion is good, if not absolutely necessary at times when times get tough. When the recuperation is complete then we have to return to the world again.

Writing is much more than composing words or melodies. It's an action that brings one's personal realizations to life. It is those incantations that truly have power in the here and now. Often I forget that writing gives me the ability to take on the situations at hand. The comedian invites us to join in on removing energy from the negativity.

When I compose I become the architect that builds within this world the places I've found in others. Life is about discoveries, and sharing the discoveries. I'm inspired to design and update the flag that represents who I am and hang it in my front yard. I'm both part of this world and part of other worlds. As with all of us, my rich heritage needs to be expressed.

All experiments need a control. Events require perspective and context. Memories and Imaginative Futures are as necessary as the Present Moment, and are meaningless without it.

(Soviet Modernism) The Georgian Ministry of Highway Construction in Tbilisi, Georgia. Built in 1975.