So this post is just some random musings of mine. But from out of them came an idea and I decided I'd share it. Maybe some of you can relate.
So the original quote is one from The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. I cannot praise it enough. Not only is it an excellent book but it has inspired so many others to excellence too.
It goes as follows.
"My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations". My musings are as follows:
My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations. Beautiful wonderful thoughts and ideas that just randomly appear and disappear from my brain. But I cannot strucutre them. Well a little. I can take my thoughts and make poems out of them. Yet poems are short things. The aim of story writing is one that I often feel is beyond me. I have the stars to make them but they soon peeter out when I start writing. The thing about books is they require patience. Patience and words. A lot of words. And my ideas express themselves in tiny amounts of words. They say a picture paints a thousand words. Well then the most I have ever written and completed is one solitary picture. But constellations are human constructs. Arbitrary things. And the random sprawl of the stars is one of incredible beauty like the random sprawl of thoughts in my head. Yet beautiful thoughts mean nothing if you cannot express them. And that is why we make constellations. Arbitrary doesn't mean they lack importance. And so I strive to fathom my thoughts into constellations. Maybe one day I will succeed. Maybe.
But for now I am content with my stars.
So the original quote is one from The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. I cannot praise it enough. Not only is it an excellent book but it has inspired so many others to excellence too.
It goes as follows.
"My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations". My musings are as follows:
My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations. Beautiful wonderful thoughts and ideas that just randomly appear and disappear from my brain. But I cannot strucutre them. Well a little. I can take my thoughts and make poems out of them. Yet poems are short things. The aim of story writing is one that I often feel is beyond me. I have the stars to make them but they soon peeter out when I start writing. The thing about books is they require patience. Patience and words. A lot of words. And my ideas express themselves in tiny amounts of words. They say a picture paints a thousand words. Well then the most I have ever written and completed is one solitary picture. But constellations are human constructs. Arbitrary things. And the random sprawl of the stars is one of incredible beauty like the random sprawl of thoughts in my head. Yet beautiful thoughts mean nothing if you cannot express them. And that is why we make constellations. Arbitrary doesn't mean they lack importance. And so I strive to fathom my thoughts into constellations. Maybe one day I will succeed. Maybe.
But for now I am content with my stars.
The endless spiral of thoughts and hopes and wishes and longings and needs in our minds have no rhyme nor reason naturally. As you say, we make our constellations. Our thoughts are like that too. They are born and then they die, just like we all do and all will, just like stars. You say that you have only painted one picture, but I think you might be wrong. You have painted many, many pictures, in your mind and heart, and in the minds and hearts of your friends. I think everyones thoughts DO make a constellation, because looking at the random sprawl of the galaxy is like cloud watching: you always find some weird shape.
ReplyDeletePerhaps my ramblings don't make sense and perhaps they do, but either way, I leave you with one of my favorite TFiOS quotes:
"And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it - or my observation of it - is temporary?"