Certain things

Certain things make me nostalgic without ever having known me before.

I know I’ve written about how nostalgia affects me already, but this new-ish experience kinda freaks me out.

In a summation, I’ve had “nostalgia attacks” where I am thrown into my past moments by a familiar scent, sight, or thought. These have started to make sense to me. I feel things very heavily and I yearn for the past. So naturally, when something reminds me of another moment I’ve already experienced and that I miss, my mind is violently transported from the present moment to one of my past. Almost to the point that I lose touch with where I currently am…my thoughts become a physical presence.

However, now I struggle with these “nostalgia attacks” that seemingly sprout from no where. I am drawn to another thought of another time or moment that I haven’t actually had.

For example, the other day I was on the Metro and I caught a whiff of some guy who walked by. My mind did its strange little thing…and my thoughts ran wild…but not in some expectant way. It was more like…I had an intimate remembrance of the scent. I remembered it from somewhere…but I am almost certain I’ve never smelled it before in my life.

Now…this could be labeled as deja vu, but it was more personal than that, I think. It was activating an actual memory that my brain thought I had, but there was no actual memory there.

Has anyone else experienced this? What do you think it means? Does it reflect some idea that we are connected with other’s in their memories? Could it be evidence of our “other life”? I’ve never really believed in those things…but what else could this mean? Any thoughts?

“Sometimes to stay alive, you gotta kill your mind.”

This quote sung by Twenty-One Pilots has been on my mind a lot recently. I want to know exactly what they mean by it.

First, I must request you listen to the song:

After you do that, please tell me what is meant by the quote!

I was thinking that it might refer to the idea that thoughts are dangerous. Sometimes, when thoughts get to a certain scary point, maybe the best way to deal with them is to completely reject their existence. Is this really a healthy way for people to deal with a negative mindset?

I suppose it is better to survive than to let your thoughts take you over to a place of desiring death….but is that really okay? To ignore what your mind is bringing to you? What do you all think?

Fluff

Sometimes I

like to wonder

about the things

that fly around

my head.

They exist to flitter

and flutter

and to float around our

headspace…until

we have the gumption,

clear-sightedness,

and wisdom

to capture them in thought.

The Importance of Language

Currently, I am studying the German language in Bavaria. As you should probably be able to tell if you are reading and understanding this post…I speak English (Ich komme aus die USA). If I have acquired anything by being here…it is the desire to learn more ways to communicate. Let me tell you…LANGUAGE IS THE KEY TO COEXISTENCE. Meaning: if you plan to be a citizen of the world…I suggest you learn to speak more than one. 

I came here knowing that most people would speak to me in English if I needed it. This is actually true. Mostly everyone uses English as a common ground language. If language barriers pop up…BAM…English. Don’t get me wrong…I sincerely think a basis language is a necessity. However…I’ve recently been hit by the desire-to-respect train. Being here has really opened my eyes to the importance to bringing your mind to a better understanding of communication and how it is similar and different to your own form. 

Think about it this way: Everything you do that forces you to communicate with another being requires communication in some way…mostly with words…sometimes with signals, symbols, or traditional gestures. Well…newsflash…it’s the same in every other culture in the world. They have a language that they use every day to accomplish nearly every task. This is obvious…but I don’t think it is appreciated as much as it should be. 

The people of Germany do not think in English…just as we do not think in German. Although I’m not suggesting everyone become a scholar of linguistics in every language…I’m imploring people to find a way to make communication more comfortable for themselves and the world. At least give it a try. 

We are all human beings…and the ability to communicate properly makes life more hands-on. It transforms a deserted path to a four lane highway. And sharing beauty is the best way to experience it.