“If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes” Pablo Picasso.
I sometimes have the tendency to overanalyze.
Ok, I often have the tendency to overanalyze and question and stew, which ultimately leads me to doubt my interpretation and second guess my response.
At times it’s exhausting.
And I wonder,
wouldn’t it be wonderfully freeing to once in a while absorb information simply at face value?
It is what it is.
To view it as a manifestation of truth with no assembly necessary. To see something, just to see it. To see someone just to see them.
To observe without elucidation or analysis.
To experience without intention.
Sometimes this is easy. Immersing myself in nature. Sitting on a beach looking out over the great expanse of the ocean. Inhaling the salty air deeply and listening to the lapping of the water.
Or
driving through the mountains, the white peaks, the small trickles of melted water relenting to gravitational force and winding their way down the mountainside.
Watching fields of golden wheat dance in the wind.
No interpretation is needed.
Each
just
is.
It’s unfortunate such experiences don’t happen as often as they should. The life we create for ourselves, especially in adulthood, is crammed full of exterior stimulus of an electronic nature. The constant bombardment of information that needs to be processed and either stored or dismissed. Evaluation required.
Maybe we all have the eyes of an artist; we just need to “pull out our brain” in order to use them.
Ink And Spine 