Life

Update

“Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.”
Bill Nye

Growth

This week has kept me busy with work and home improvement – the latter largely thanks to my lodger – and so I have not had time to finish my planned posts for this week.

However, I have managed to update the Inspiration section of my page. It is far from complete, but it covers some of my more important sources of inspiration and learning – all of the people, sites and places mentioned have in one way or another contributed to the person I am and the life I lead today.

Since I have limited myself to those inspirations whose pages I can link to there are a lot of artistic influences you will never get to see on there – I plan on covering those eventually in separate posts, or perhaps in another section. Time will tell.

For now, I will leave you to explore the links at your leisure while I return to the various work I need to do.

 

Thyme and Tyde…

“The key question to keep asking is, are you spending your time on the right things? Because time is all you have. ”
―Randy Pausch

GrendelCurse

This past week has been busy.

I’ve finished, polished and submitted a new short story – I’m not truly happy with how it turned out, but with a limited time frame for submission and no clear vision of how to change it I had to make a decision: submit as it was, or keep it and rewrite later. It was an easy choice. Since I will never ever be truly happy with anything I do, it was better to send it out and let it try it’s wings now. I can always patch it up later if it crashes (or give it a proper burial, if need be – we will see).

I got a chance to meet one of my favorite writers and other good friends, discussing work and possible collaborations, receiving hints on exciting things to come, sharing stories and just generally catching up. Like always, it was a good day and an inspiring day – I left with a few new seeds germinating in my mind and a signed copy of a new book (perhaps not of the highest literary quality, but one I have been looking forward to regardless to satisfy my inner adventure-seeking child).

Lastly, I have welcomed a dear friend into my home for an as of yet unspecified period of time. Despite sharing a fairly small apartment and having different schedules it has been entirely pleasant. The arrangement has raised a number of eyebrows and furrowed a few brows, but I am confident that this will work quite well. As an added bonus I have received honest, valuable critique on my work and (perhaps paradoxically) more time to write. If nothing else, I’m hoping to come away from this experience with the ability to use my time more efficiently.

This trio of events have all contributed to my next project – telling a story that is very dear to my heart. This short story will likely be the most emotional, cathartic thing I’ve ever written, but I need to get it out. As of today, I have done most of the necessary research and the first group of words have been committed to page. It feels good, but at the same time I’ve been forced to think back on my life and contemplate the man I’ve been and the man I have yet to become.

These thoughts are, of course, not all roses and sunshine: there’s plenty of darkness and thorns in there. Have you ever tried navigating a thicket of thorns in darkness? It’s not entirely pleasant experience, let me tell you. Revisiting some of those moments have made me think about the present and what I can do to better myself. I may have a few regrets about how I have spent my time thus far, but one of the beauties of time is that you can never spend more than you have. Time and tide waits for no man, and so every hour you start on is fresh and unspent; a blank page to be filled.

How are you going to fill the next page you are given?

Hopes and Expectations

“Seek from every moment its unique novelty and do not prepare your joys.”
—André Gide

 

Expectation.

It can ruin the best of experiences and enhance the worst. If something does not live up to your expectations, chances are you will be disappointed – even if the end result is something you would have absolutely adored if you weren’t expecting it.

There has been a lot of talk about the final episode of How I Met Your Mother this week and most of it, as far as I have heard, has been negative. To me, this all comes down to expectation.

Now, I know that many people want happy endings in their fiction, and I can respect that – those of you who know me well should be aware that I do not fall into that category, however. We all want stories that make us feel good. For some, that means following the stories of those lucky few who get to live their dreams, conquer hardships, defeat evil, win the love of their favorite person and so on and so forth with a happily ever after. This shows us that it does happen, occasionally (even if only in fiction). For others, it means following the stories of those who struggle against the world and fail, perhaps spectacularly so: those who lose their loved ones, suffer defeat at the hands of their enemies, fight a battle they know they can’t possibly win but go through with it anyway. This shows us that we don’t have it so bad after all, and that people can persevere even in the face of the toughest odds. Even if it kills them. Most people probably want a bit of both, but more of the former. Most people probably expect that the fictional characters will get their rewards at the end – but is this a good thing?

Those of you who do not wish to read spoilers about the resolution of the show should skip the next two paragraphs.

Still with me? Good. In How I Met Your Mother, we never really get the happy ending – none of the characters got their ‘happily ever after’. Even Marshall and Lily, who arguably were the closest to living their dream, were bound to compromise and take turns promoting their respective careers. The ‘Mother’ we have waited nine years to meet gets sick and dies before we can really connect to her, leaving Ted alone with their two children. The wedding we spent an entire season following ends in a quick divorce that completely eliminates all the personal growth Barney has experienced over the years, when he turns into an even worse womanizer than before after losing the woman he loves – until he accidentally becomes a father and casts away his life of chasing women. Robin gets her globetrotting career only at the expense of her marriage, and drifts apart from all of her previous friends, only to end up back in Manhattan alone with five dogs. In the end, an almost reluctant Ted follows the advice of his children and makes a surprise visit to Robin where he holds up the symbol of his efforts to win her love – the blue french horn.

Like the children say, the story was never about Ted and Tracy – it was always about Ted and Robin. However, we get no real reason to believe that they will really work together this time around – we don’t even get a hint about whether they get back together or not. The show ends with just as much uncertainty and hope and vulnerable romantic sentiment as it began. What started out as a lighthearted fun comedy show about trying to find ‘the One’ has over the years been full of dark, thought provoking realities of love and life and death. The show has never given us reason to believe in ‘happily ever after’ – on the contrary it has shown us a long string of intertwining bad relationships. The only promise of ‘happily ever after’ has been the title and the knowledge that Ted would eventually meet ‘the Mother’ – but Ted and his children knew from episode one that she was dead and gone. The hope we were given was a lie all along.

Or was it?

We expected the show to deliver our personal view of what the ending ‘should be’, but instead it gave us something else. It gave us something truly beautiful. It showed us that we can get what we want ; that we can live the dream – for awhile. It showed us that all things have a beginning and an end, and that we should cherish those things while we have them. It showed us to never stop believing in change and love and second chances, even when the odds are against us.

This is the lesson I take away from the show, and from my own life, really: Hope for your dreams to come true and work for them to come true, but do not expect them to. Learn to cherish what you have, while you have it, and accept that everything that has a beginning has an end. Never give up on your dreams, but do not let them blind you to the here and now.

Remember to live your life as it is, while pursuing the life you truly want.

Hope.


  • Read –  The Book Thief; Markus Zusak
  • Watch – Prelude to a Kiss; Norman René
  • Listen – I Believe; Christina Perri

 

Just another step…

“You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else.”
―Jamie Tworkowski

Time to get this show off the road, don’t you think?

If I have anything to say about it, this will be the first of a series of regular posts on this site. I’ve been meaning to build this place as my ‘Face to the World’ for some time now, but have only ever managed a small sporadic effort. The time has come for that to change.

This is where I will showcase my art; build a portfolio of sorts – where I’ll publish story projects, talk about what I’m working on and where I am headed, ramble about life and art and nspirations, and whatever else strikes my fancy. Like most of my online presence, I will keep this page mainly in English (my apologies to those of you who may have difficulty with the language), BUT I will occasionally put things on here that are in Swedish. It is my native language and I do write a fair amount in Swedish as well (again, my apologies to those of you who may have difficulty with the language).

This isn’t really a new beginning, it’s just another step along the way. I’ve been headed down this road for a lot longer than I have to show for it – all of my life, really. About two years ago I made the decision to stop mucking about and get some direction in my life; start focusing my creative energies into something useful. Then life happened, and for the past two years I have been trying to pick up the pieces of my life and put them back together in new and exciting (and hopefully useful) ways. It hasn’t always been easy; it hasn’t always worked the way I had hoped; it’s been rough on some of the people around me. For all that I have lost these past few years, I have still gained a lot: friends, inspiration, insights – a whole new life, in a way. It’s high time I rolled up my sleeves and really got to work on making it the best life I can.

So with that I welcome you to this site, to this journal, to this window into my soul – and through it share in the next step on my life’s journey. Like the quote up top here says, I’ve needed coffee shops and sunsets and road trips; I’ve needed airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs – but people, more than anything else.

I still do.

Chimaerallogograd


  • Read – Desolation Angels;  Jack Kerouac
  • Watch – About Time;  Richard Curtis
  • Listen – I’m Still Here;  Mindy McCready

 

I’ll see you Yesterday

“The trouble is, you think you have time.”
—Buddha

MindyMcCready

Today is a day of sadness.

Mindy McCready took her own life this morning – shot herself on the porch of her home, in the same spot where her boyfriend committed suicide just over a month ago. She was 37 years old.

Mindy was born at approximately the same time as me, on the other side of the world, on November 3oth 1975.

I didn’t know that when I first started listening to her music, at the very beginning of her career when we were both only 20. It was a dark time in my life, and her music helped bring me out of it. Since then I have followed the ups and downs of her life, and over the years I came to feel a special connection to her, though I really only got to know her a little bit, personally. I never explained to her what she’d meant to me – out of fear and embarrassment, I guess – and we never got to meet in person. I thought there’d be time for that, later.

When she passed away, years had gone by since we’d had any contact. I meant to write her following David’s suicide, but…well…you think there will always be time, later. Turns out there isn’t.

She led a tumultuous and troubled life, battling many demons – both internal and external. Hopefully that struggle is over now.

Rest in peace Mindy, you’ve earned it – I’ll miss you, and I’ll see you yesterday…

A New Life

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
―Anaïs Nin

So, here goes nothing…

From now on, my day job is only part-time. With a bit of luck and a whole lot of effort, this means that I should be able to focus more on my writing, as well as other creative works. Though knowing myself, and knowing what I have to deal with besides work and creating, it will probably be awhile before I get any semblance of routine into my life.

It’s a leap of faith and there’s nothing in sight below this edge but jagged rocks and churning water, but I’m airborne now. I should be able to grow wings or build a hang glider or something before I’m crushed against the rocks, right?

Right?

And so it begins…

“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.”
―Jack Kerouac

Hello world, here I am – naked, screaming, full of potential!

You don’t know me yet, and it will be a lifetime until we are truly acquainted with one another, but rest assured that we shall both be irrevocably changed before this friendship is over. My time is now.

I see you.

ChimaeralEyes