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Every now and then, I feel an extreme flow of disappointment rushing down on me. I feel shallow and superficial. A huge void opens in me and shows my deep illiteracy... A piece of art or literature would always do the trick:
I start piling my bedside table with books and look at some paintings online to feel better. This process of hating myself for not-knowing-or-dealing- with-enough-of-arts-or-literature and then reading something and finally forgiving myself takes two days or so.
Although this old story's happened over and over again, I always fall into the trap. Thanks to Babak who, subconsciously maybe, always handled this confused and strange version of myself pretty well!!
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Dear Loolu,
The more you read and the more you educate yourself in any field you realize that the less you know... I get the same feeling sometimes. But unlike you I do not feel bad or disappointed because of that. In fact I try to use this feeling as a motivational factor. I guess The only difference between you and me is that you try to learn about everything all the time at anytime, but I prioritize my interests.
Anyway, knowing you and reading your blog is one of the things that help me stay focus on my goals, thank you
ezat ziad
Farmoon.... :)
I've developed a defense mechanism over this: it's not the "stuff" you know that matters most, it's what you can do with knowing them that does. I mean information is an unprocessed form of data. It's the ability to process the information that affects the way you think...
it's a mechanism I told you, but I like it :)
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