Some Kind of Reflection. Part II

My thoughts this evening rest on many a thing. First is the very obvious need for a new set of "good acquaintances". I have a couple friends I know are my soul mates, people I couldn't get rid of if I tried. But I need people who are willing to sit for hours and actually have a conversation. About the things that are the core of existence. And be open minded enough to keep the conversation a conversation, not let it turn into a debate. Why is that so hard to find people who ACTUALLY want to do that. I know most people want to having meaningful conversations once and a while. But I want to find the people who need those talks. The people who get off on that stuff. I need to find people who thrive to share their REAL thoughts with me. I don't want to stop challenging the boundaries of my soul. I don't want to stifle my curiosity, and thrill for learning, and interest in people, and the way their brains work. Don't get me wrong, everyone needs some time to sit and do absolutely nothing. To just let the stress of their life go some other place. But the people who don't question their everything, and anything are people I am somewhat disinterested in befriending. 

Secondly. I need to write down my theory about The Great Spirit. And dive deeper into my understanding of the afterlife, and of "nirvana". I have been quite apathetic towards my soul growth and search as of late, and I need to remember that that is a very important part of my being, and a large part of what satisfies me. So tonight I graph, draw out models, and take notes down of the thoughts I have stored in my skull. 

Third is my desire to write. Both music, and I don't know. Maybe a short story. I'm so fixated on fiction. Maybe I need to get reading some fiction. I'm always so literal with my lyrics, and I don't want to be. I want to tell a fascinating story, epic, poetic, and completely meaningless so that I don't get angry when people misinterpret my words. I write what I want to convey hear. Or I say it face to face with someone. I want to keep my reality in reality, and focus of the un-factual. The false. I can't let my imagination die at age 18. Far too young. 

So two new projects, focus on my fiction. And document my realities.