Open to New Themes
Learning Comes Unexpectedly
Gosh... I have too much of a hangover from a post that intentionally shows bad writing. Bear with me as I try to correct that. I'll cut through the irrelevant parts and skip to the original point:
We never know what could be a source of knowledge and wisdom for us. Train your brain and senses to always be open to fresh ideas, a new perspective, a wild breakthrough. Be willing to receive... to accept... But of course, all in a positive sense. Mental filters have to be the most active part of the brain—always.
And now I don't know where to go with writing about this idea, so I guess I'll just leave it here. The movie's asking for more attention now too. I'm glad.
P.S. Words learnt from the movie: quidnunc, poppysmic, sesquipedalianist. :)
Random Thoughts 1
- This is a blog post writing which I have no agenda—no idea what it's going to be about. I'm watching Love Happens simultaneously. It's a bad habit of mine: any movies I watch outside a cinema hall, never get singular attention. In fact mostly I have a plan of what I intend to do while I watch the movie. (During the last one I made a personal dictionary of roots, prefixes and suffixes.) Actually, is it a bad habit after all? I really don't know, and in fact prefer not to judge now.
- It just struck me that it doesn't not make sense to have a random post without planning. I've seen this on another blog actually—a "Random Thoughts" post. Guess I can give that a try too. Should work, considering I keep having weird thoughts that might appreciate a wider audience. By the way, how do I define a blog post that "works"? Hmm...
- This is a strange feeling... The only time I write like this is for my personal diary, and that too only sometimes, when I feel unable to do a writing exercise.
- I'm actually rolling my eyes at the screen right now.
- Now that I've made it this embarrassing, perhaps I'll just throw this away and never publish it. But then again, I will. People have to stretch out and reach out of the comfortable cocoon of the familiar. It's a part of growing.