Extreme Ways

Man. It's really been ages since i came here. I know i always say that, but this time i've been delayed by various things; friends, depression and personal statement. Raymond Carver - interesting author to read. I remember reading "Will you please be quiet please?" after a while and becoming entranced. The minimalistic writing style at first confuses you since it's hard to see what Carver is trying to potray. But when it clicks, my god it clicks. It's like a pool of ideas all in one place: voyeurism, family, identity crisis', change and adaptability to it. The last two ideas really strike me though, because they really hit home that sense of desparing loss of direction and humanity, offering at times concrete solutions to change and at other times no direction at all. Sometimes you can accept change, and at other times you can't adapt or modify towards it. The insanity of the journey towards change really fascinates me. People in those journeys tend to try and focus on very minute details - about themselves or others that inflict the twistedness inside of them. It's hard for them to focus on a certain "accepted" amount, an amount that wouldn't be so haunted to them. They focus on everything in order to establish and construct order, an order that is hard on themselves yet vital to their perception of the insanity of what they are going through. That perception however doesn't really help with what they are going through though - it only enforces the insanity. So what's the solution? simple - i've talked about it before, so i guess im going to stick with it: changing your perception. The problem is, trying to change that perception is hard because it's intertwined with what makes you as a person. How you construct sentences, how you view the world, what you think of people depend on it. Changing established constructs can be very difficult indeed, but perseverence isn't without it's

But what and how much is an "accepted" amount of perception?
As aforementioned - something that wouldn't be feel so strenous to the extent of being haunted by it. That's subjective no doubt, but the idea of something that isn't so strenous isn't.

This post is hereby ended.