I'm stuck in a flashback.
I've been giving some thought recently to what tattoos I want to get next. I then made the worst mistake one can do: I started looking at other people's tattoos. Other people's really cool, really unique tattoos. SG is full of beautiful pieces. Seeing so much beautiful, original ink slams me square into an identity crisis I've had periodically since junior high which can be summed up in this question: What are my original ideas? Truth is, I have none, with which I've made my peace. What is causing me to worry is that I have no ideas for what I need to get tattooed next. I've never been this intellectually or creatively barren before...except when pondering what the true nature of originality is and, since I've been chewing that one over for 10 years with no idea or insights, I'm worried that I'll just cause my head to explode.
Sigh.
I keep telling myself that the truth is outside of the polemics and the dichotomy. Once I've stopped defining the world in black/white, fake/real, original/copy, then, the true nature of my being will express itself. New agey? Yes. Irritatingly so, for someone who loves logic. But I can honestly say that this is one of the few insights in my life that's actually rung true. Dichotomies are just to simplistic a model of the world to cause so much mental anguish over.
I've been giving some thought recently to what tattoos I want to get next. I then made the worst mistake one can do: I started looking at other people's tattoos. Other people's really cool, really unique tattoos. SG is full of beautiful pieces. Seeing so much beautiful, original ink slams me square into an identity crisis I've had periodically since junior high which can be summed up in this question: What are my original ideas? Truth is, I have none, with which I've made my peace. What is causing me to worry is that I have no ideas for what I need to get tattooed next. I've never been this intellectually or creatively barren before...except when pondering what the true nature of originality is and, since I've been chewing that one over for 10 years with no idea or insights, I'm worried that I'll just cause my head to explode.
Sigh.
I keep telling myself that the truth is outside of the polemics and the dichotomy. Once I've stopped defining the world in black/white, fake/real, original/copy, then, the true nature of my being will express itself. New agey? Yes. Irritatingly so, for someone who loves logic. But I can honestly say that this is one of the few insights in my life that's actually rung true. Dichotomies are just to simplistic a model of the world to cause so much mental anguish over.