A photograph worries.
He doesn’t want to enjoy the moment, but to take advantage of it.
If you’re creative, or obsessed by something, your contact with reality is spoiled.
It is true that we all have an ideal way of seeing a wise person, who is in “direct contact” with things and events : reality. Without filter, as we say, right?
But think about a photographer. He watches around with a frame in his head. He constantly “imagine what picture it could give”. A photographer always is a hunter…
If you blog, you hear every conversation, you read every article with this fisherman attitude : “Is there something I could write about?”.
More generally, if you’re a words lover, your filter is a complete set : everything around you, everything that “happens” becomes words, sentences, adjectives.
All this is maybe a protection. It creates a distance between us and the world.
I wrote about this already :
Sometimes we’re HIT by reality, all in a sudden, we stickcatch up back. It can be a sight, a word, a surprise, a kid, a cat, a movement. Suddenly it’s OK : your filter vanished.
Here you are, look at youuuu!
Do we have to trigger it, to “want” this? Why? What happens when the filter comes back? What’s the role of alcohol (does it de-filter, or does it add a mattress?), of meditation, of pain, of love? Do we have to be aware of this filter working along the day? Is it useful to dance between the two states (with/without)?
Thanks for reading!