Knowledge, Wisdom & Imagination

"Imagination is more important than knowledge. For while knowledge defines all we currently know and understand, imagination points to all we might yet discover and create" (Albert Einstein)

I think it is so important to be 'wise' but i believe this is different to having a lot of knowledge. Having knowledge is about knowing a subject so well you could answer any question on it or tell me any fact about it. However you could be very knowledgeable and have no wisdom. Wisdom is so different to knowledge because i believe it comes from your 'life skills' and what you experience as an individual as to why you acquire wisdom. I believe that knowledge can help in some understanding of say different cultures, different literary texts and authors however it is the wisdom you have behind this 'information' that defines you as a person.

I prefer to live my life in learning more about how acquire wisdom rather than someone who is full of useless facts and general knowledge. I am not saying I am very wise, in fact far from it, but I would rather attain to be wise over having my brain stored up with useless information which helps you win pub quizzes. Which ironically I am useless at.

I think that wisdom comes from a deeper sense of understanding of life and the things we experience. Wisdom is something that can help you in the darkest moments of life, something that brings optimism and a new idea into the depths of our human emotion. I think it can also be a guide into the way you live your life, to make the most from your life in a full and loving way.

Albert Einstein was, as we know, a genius. He understood that it is our imagination which helps open up new ideas and new thinking. Being a creative writing student I am not forced to learn facts or rammed with information on a daily basis, if anything it is the opposite. I am learning to use my own mind, not force fed from other peoples minds. I am left to think, to build upon ideas and create writing, from what at first, would appear no where. From the solid substance that is my brain. Some might argue that it is your imagination which is more valuable than all the wealth of knowledge in the world.

Without an imagination you are left to dry up like a well in a dessert. An empty waterhole with nothing to flourish from. But by using your imagination and creating ideas which you never thought yourself capable of, gives you a new lease, a new sense of freedom which could take you any place. Along with this, having wisdom about living your life, in the way you deem things righteous and good can be used to apply into your writing, along with the things you experience.

I think that with wisdom & imagination something incredible can happen. Something which can inspire or intrigue people, but it has be acquired and learnt, often through the day to day lives we lead. The trials we face and the blessings we receive. But we learn, through every right or wrong decision. We are always learning...

We don't need to have facts flown at us from every side to justify ourselves as learning or working hard through our writing. It is only the ignorant that think this is an easy course, an easy way of life. What they don't realise is that they are missing out on their own imagination, which is key to life, key to creating and developing not only academic skills but life skills.

We are being enabled to see ideas and life from another side.
A creative side.

Sweet Kid

Sweets always make me think of something innocent or something sinister. Never in between. After having a phone conversation for over 2hours it refreshed my memory as to how much i love sweets. every colour, every shape, every taste different to the last. The moment it touches the tip of your tounge it sends your taste buds flying off the walls.

From gummybears,

to bubblegum bottles,

lemon bonbons, eclairs and sweet sweet cheeries,

apple laces,

dipdabs,

swizzlers and palma violets,

from "mmm" to "ugggh", too much colouring, too tangy, too sweet?

My, shall we say, obbssession? Has got me nowhere but brief minutes of heaven tainted by teeth needing fillings and an addicition, craving, for more sweets, for particulars.

'Craving', this is defintaley something I used to experience when I hadn't tasted something sweet for a few days.

Never good, for you,

sherbet,

saucers,

jellybeans,

cola bottles,

toffee apples?

Where do I stop? When should I stop? Lucikly I am not so dominated by sweets in my life turning into a 20 year old. However I do still love them, but I am not so controlled by them.

My sweet tooth steadily turning into love of savoury items even more so. Is this because I am older? Will my child inside die with this enthuse for sweets?

Not yet, not now, I am still a child. Despite a little more freedom, a little more responsibility for my life, I am still a kid. Still immature, still loving sweets.

Bring on Pancake day, a good day for this sweet toothed kid :P

Coach Terror

I have never been on such an awful, hair-pulling, boiling my brains journey in all my LIFE! Which is a long 19 and a half years... It was THE definitive torture with undisciplined and uncontrolled children banging on the back of our seats. Their whining and singing in our ears with random outbursts of screaming with excitement, telling the whole coach we are going to Manchester. REALLY??? As if I didn't know what I paid for?

And breathe. Talking of this journey just brings back the whirl of anger i could feel roaring up inside me, which caused me to go slightly mad and get blind drunk once i had reached my destination. I blame the people on the bus. I blame the coach driver, a lairy bromey who thought he was funny but the fact was his comments WEREN'T JOKES!

One good thing was the company of my friend Nat. Luckily she was feeling the pain too. 5 and a half hours after leaving Leicester we finally arrived practically dripping with sweat having stripped off the 3 layers i was wearing. Requests to turn the heating off seemed to be acknowledged, but clearly my rosy cheeks, and banging headache said otherwise!!!

I praise God. The journey home was like chocolate melted over candy floss. Pure heaven. At least it was in comparison to the way up. I literally, have never felt so angry, at parents who just can't control their kids. I cannot comprehend what goes on in their brains. I know the coach breaking down added an extra cherry to our already perfect dessert of a trip. Mm how I wish I could re-live that moment in another lifetime, so this time i can forget my morals, forget my patients, a world where I wouldn't be arrested for lashing out on the people in that coach!

I am not a physco. But i can say, that all the possibilities of murder where going through my head. Ashamed? Not particularly, not after the pain they caused me. In reality of course I gritted my teeth, as soon as the coach pulled into the station I jumped up , pegged it as fast as I could off the bus, and into the happy arms of my friends. They were carrying a bottle of wine. True friendship. They had read my mind!

Sunshinecity... YOU WHAT?

I am sunshinecity, I created it, it comes come from my imagination and has no real meaning. Maybe it's because I was born in the summer, my favourite time of year. Maybe it's because I wanted something that sounded 'cool' or 'inventive' for my blog!

"YOU WHAT YOU WHAT??"

It's the same old chant, the same phrase repeated everynight at a club. The, dare i say it, chavy group of people who claim to be 'cool'. In those moments of hearing their cliche chants and drunken shouts I thank God I am not a part of it.

Intoxication

This is what it feels like to be intoxicated, where my blood runs thin with poison. I could say 'It was an accident' or 'they bought my drinks' but that would be lying. 38hours later and I am still feeling the affects of downing a whole bottle of wine in 15minutes.

Why do we do it to ourselves?

Sleep deprivation and lack of food consumption is lethal. I need to rest my sore eyes, close my body down into a sub-concious state. If only to feel right again; to feel relief from this horrific self-inflicted illness.

The night itself was epic. From the meeting of an old friend who I haven't seen in a year to the forgetting about my life back in Leicester. Being with my closest friends, laughing at old times, enjoying the night life of manchester whilst keeping each other steady on our feet.
Flash Flash
A kiss on the cheek and it's captured forever. A hug with a silly face, a pout, a laugh and so it's all 'remember this', 'remember that' as afternoon dawns. 3 in the bed and the little one said 'oh my head'. Paracetemol? Toilet basin? Shower?
But all I want is good health. Tommoro it will arrive, or maybe the day after.

But for now sleep is all i hear. calling me. begging me. needing me.

Why do I feel like this?

This day, it passes me by so quickly. I need to sleep but i don't want to sleep. Why should I? I have other things to do, I have a life. Don't I? Maybe not...

All that my limbs want to do is rest untill the sun goes down, and then rest again, until the sun comes up. Stress has it's way of overcoming everything that we rely upon. My strength to make it in to Uni today, my strength to motivate myself to do anything active.

All this is waiting, holding onto, giving into, thursday. Nothing special to the naked eye but to me it is a day of realising that being ill is all in my head. Or a day of understanding, moving forward, getting better, peace, reassurance that it's not all in my head.

Let that day come. Let me have strength to not go mad in these four walls. Let me go home! :

On a more positive note...

I am happy that I managed to make cookies yesterday and they tasted delicious.

So excited for pancake day aswell.

Going to eat SO many pancakes. :D

And we all float on..

I love the song 'Float On' by Modest Mouse. It's so good it's my ringtone...

And here we are, creative writing students waiting to go to the pub. to have food not to drink. Being 10.22am it's a little early, even for me.

My sleeping patterns are seriously in a mess at the moment. Sleeping well over 12 hours both saturday and sunday and then lacking in sleep last night. Not being able to sleep until 3am!
A serious issue.

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