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What is this blog?

This blog centers on an individuals life.

It is an artists’ gallery, with a multitude of paintings adorning
its walls. In interpreting them you are active.

This individual is wandering in a forest, between two extremes. In this we are united.

With words the artist makes strokes upon the canvass:
a creature of his creativity is created.

Throughout his wanderings, experiences are had – in infinite variety.

What results is placed upon the wall for all to see.
Come in and observe them!

In trying to re-present this variety he repeatedly falls short. Words fail to support him.

“What will they think?” the artist wonders.
In interpretation they are free.

WTF have I been doing?

I admire progressive rock.

The Avant-Garde intrigues me.

Do these two statements seem unrelated? I assure you they are not.

My admiration for these two cultural movements is independent of their “accomplishments.” In fact, they produce quite a bit of garbage.

Their attitude. Their spirt. That is what I appreciate most.

Willingness to “fail”

Playfulness

Rejection of convention

Artistic experimentation

yada yada yada

The spirit of the artist was alive and thrived.

They manifested admirable courage, as well as great folly.

When I started this diabetes blog, I wanted the writing on this blog to embody some aspects of their spirit. Furthermore, it was essential that I be creative in doing so.

Dada artists used the term anti-art.

This was to be my anti-blog.

My focus on diabetes was to be more or less foggy…

I rejected using pictures in most posts for the hell of it…

When I write, I write chiefly for myself…

I eschew editing…

I avoid writing too clearly…

Coherence is secondary…

Organization is overrated …

Having a topic, a myth.

Sound blogging advice was thrown out the window.

Unsound whims were given a chance to speak.

I decide.

To be independent of particular forms, imposed from without – that was my aim.

I seek to learn, not mimic.

Creative tension. Simultaneously, I set out to create a blog that people would read and, in some way, benefit from.

This is the artistic vision I had.

Blurry shapes…that is all that I could see.

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WTF have I been doing? I have been carrying out my vision.

I have also been adding to it.

I have merely been doing that which I set out to do since day 1.

Since mid-April, I have been doing the same thing differently.

The Purpose of Writing

Expression. To express is the ultimate end of all writing. That’s it. The purpose of writing is that simple.

Distinguish yourself from the crowd! Don’t insist on complicating the uncomplicated!

Expression is the aim. Everything else is secondary. Conventions. Grammar. Choice of words. These are means to an end. Never lose sight of that.

When you write, you are free. Why do you choose to abbrogate your responsibility? Why do you allow Master Form to entice you with his promises of ease?

just write and remember…

Writing is a selfish endeavor. Art is a selfish pursuit. Despite this, they have the power to inspire…uplift…motivate…change.

Writing is a sea of gray, into which selfishness and selflessness melt away.

These are beliefs I hold dear.

Personal(ity) Problems

Openness is a particularly strong aspect of my personality. My appetite for knowledge knows no bounds. My imagination has been a close companion of mine from an early age. I need intellectual stimulation.

I have my parents to thank for this. Thanks to my dad – who’s a professor – I’ve become a well-spoken, independent-minded, and highly intelligent young man. Thanks to my mom – who exposed me to fine art and classical music from a tender age – I’ve come to have a deep appreciation for and/or interest in art, music, literature, architecture, etc. Despite being somewhat simplistic, this characterization of parental influences upon the development of my personality is, for the purposes of this post, adequately true.

In addition to being a prominent factor of my personality, openness to experience is a pertinent part of my self-identity. I, admittedly, take pride in it. Despite this pride, however, I’ve come to recognize that there’s a downside to it.

Upon defeating my unskilful diabetes management habits I was struck by discontent. Having been seized by such an uncomfortable feeling, I was compelled to introspect. New insight was the result.

This is what I’ve come to realize:

  • My struggles with managing my diabetes adequately engaged my intellect. Setting objectives and developing a general strategy on how I was going to accomplish them was intellectually stimulating;
  • In December, I felt as if this diabetes blog provided me with an adequate outfit for my creativity. Since mid-January, however, I’ve felt less creative. My writing has left me feeling less satisfied.

Looking back at other periods where I’ve felt discontent (there have been quite a few), I’ve observed this universal pattern:

  • I wasn’t engaged in studying anything that I found intellectually stimulating;
  • I lacked a creative outlet.

From my observations, I’ve concluded that being engaged intellectually and having a creative outlet at all times is essential for my happiness.

Even if my memory serves me wrong (a distinct possibility), this conclusion still makes sense due to my extremely high levels of openness.

Going forward, I’m going to make a conscious effort to make sure that I always have a source of intellectual stimulation and an outlet for my creativity.