Or: how do you get excited about things?
I used to be fascinated by so many different objects and ideas. I used to read at least one book a day, write, draw, paint or tinker for hours on end, forgetting to eat or sleep. I used to visit new places and explore each as if they were new worlds with new ideas to be discovered. I used to be curious and excited. There was something compelling me to remember the strangest of facts and then talking about them to anyone who would(and wouldn't) listen.
But the last time I read a book with pleasure was almost five years ago. Exciting drawing and landscapes ended more than three years ago. Last time I painted was more than two and as much time passed since my last piece of poetry. I try from time to time but I end up looking at an empty piece of paper for long periods of time, or reading the same sentence over and over.
I try new things but the interest, if there is any, passes in an hour or two, a day if I'm lucky. I had maybe one month overall in five years when I was fascinated about something like I used to and it's painful.
It's the kind of an ache that keeps you awake and aware, and so frustrated, because you look at amateur arts, at numbers, at architectural technology and design, at written words on a page, at a smudge of paint - and instead of that compelling need to do something,work on it now or later or all the time, you feel... just nothing. Like you lost your purpose.
I thought that maybe if you guys tell me about how you got into your special interests and what you love the most about them, maybe, maybe I would remember about mine. Or get a new one.
Or maybe I'm just naive. Still, I'd like to hear about them.
I used to be fascinated by so many different objects and ideas. I used to read at least one book a day, write, draw, paint or tinker for hours on end, forgetting to eat or sleep. I used to visit new places and explore each as if they were new worlds with new ideas to be discovered. I used to be curious and excited. There was something compelling me to remember the strangest of facts and then talking about them to anyone who would(and wouldn't) listen.
But the last time I read a book with pleasure was almost five years ago. Exciting drawing and landscapes ended more than three years ago. Last time I painted was more than two and as much time passed since my last piece of poetry. I try from time to time but I end up looking at an empty piece of paper for long periods of time, or reading the same sentence over and over.
I try new things but the interest, if there is any, passes in an hour or two, a day if I'm lucky. I had maybe one month overall in five years when I was fascinated about something like I used to and it's painful.
It's the kind of an ache that keeps you awake and aware, and so frustrated, because you look at amateur arts, at numbers, at architectural technology and design, at written words on a page, at a smudge of paint - and instead of that compelling need to do something,work on it now or later or all the time, you feel... just nothing. Like you lost your purpose.
I thought that maybe if you guys tell me about how you got into your special interests and what you love the most about them, maybe, maybe I would remember about mine. Or get a new one.
Or maybe I'm just naive. Still, I'd like to hear about them.