I know you were probably expecting a post of my synopsis of the Met Gala and how I was bored with everyones choices because wearing silver does not mean "Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology" or how someone should have ushered Selena Gomez(in Louis Vuitton) to the side and gave her a different dress. But instead, since this is my blog and I love sharing ideas, thoughts, theories, art and experiences; and I enjoy collecting images and words, from my life, books I read, conversations I have, thoughts I think and putting it all together on here I felt this was the perfect opportunity to take my racing mind and go on a mini rant regarding Forrest Gump the movie I watched following the Gala.
Some call it multifaceted, I call it complex.
More times than not, I enjoy reminding myself of how blessed I am rather than focusing on the opposite. Tonight I watched Forrest Gump, and while reminding myself of how beautiful the most simplest things are in life, I found myself craving a simpler mind, surprisingly. It’s so interesting to see how innocent Forrest Gump remained until he grew old, and only the things that really mattered in life (family, love, friendships, etc) ever had a true effect on him.
It’s not that I want a simpler mind, I’d just like to float like a feather, if that makes any sense. It’s stimulating to see how different Gump was than all of his peers, simply because he didn’t think so much about certain things. It’s also stimulating to see how far in life it took him. No matter what Forrest stayed true to himself, not by choice, because he knew no other way.
Nowadays with technology, it’s so easy to be steered in different directions and taken down paths that may seem true to you at the moment, but in reality, they’re not. Maybe if my mind was a bit simpler, I would just float like a feather… Or not even think too much about thinking at all. I hate thinking too much. I have a love/hate relationship with that feeling. I love to learn and be aware of new things, but I hate to focus on the what, whys, and hows of what may never change.
To covet another’s thought processes is not what I wish to do, but it’s frustrating at times to be so complex.
It makes you wonder… maybe… bliss is ignorance.
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