Re-live Life

I’m not sure if I wrote about it in here, or in my personal hand-written journal, but I remember thinking yesterday about going to buy a book, and learn to re-live life. Kind of like getting inspired again.

We (I can only speak about my generation), used to look at magazines – possibly monthly, during that time where the subscription would come in the mail, or when we’d go to Barnes & Nobles, or any book/magazine retail store for one. I used to treasure those moments, and I just knew that I was going to somehow work in the magazine industry. Because I wanted to live there; that’s where I got to escape my reality, and enter into the real world I desired to be in. I’m not so sure why, but there is just something so relaxing about flipping through pages, reading short-formed story telling (articles), looking at endless possibilities of what beauty could be, etc It was everything I wanted, and more. I remember being seventeen years old and just slowly engaging with the photos in Vogue, Allure, and Elle. Each one created a different sense of “vibe” as we say now-a-days.

I, like most of the fashion related world, wanted to live in the pages of Vogue. Even though I liked the elegance or edgy-ness that some of the photos could bring, I felt at peace reading the well-written articles in Vogue. Most fashion magazines did not offer well written stories of working with each celebrity that is on the cover. It got me to be able to get to know ‘ em, possibly change my opinion on them, and maybe even like them. It was great to see great writing in a world that felt “most like me”. So, with the worlds of beauty and writing all in one picture-esq “book”, I was hooked.
I’ve always known I was going to be a writer, and even though I may not have wanted to write about beauty, clothes, and style (let’s be real – it’s great to get lost in the surface-level of things, but I knew I was more deeper and was going to give and share more deeper), it was always so great to find a place to escape in a world I’ve always desired.

Desire, desire, desire.

When do we ever stop our daily reality and think about doing the things we actually desire? The things pent-up within us, wanting to explode, yet we always put it off for something else. Or doing things for someone else.
Well, lately I’ve been sort of living in a past version of myself, and trying to trace back the steps of doing things that I desire. Maybe small, meaningless, or low-costed. Like last month I bought a puzzle to put together. I’m not sure what I expected out of it, but I knew I used to enjoy putting a puzzles together. Another escapism, I guess. A goal that led to nowhere and benefited no one. Just a task to continue to get back to and desire to complete – to feel something again.
And this time I decided to order a book. To help me get out of my head, my reality, and explore my mind like I used to. In those pages of a magazine, and books too.

I believe that when we explore a sense of reality, like we encounter other people, places, and things, it encourages us to think of a different reality we can have for ourselves. Discover desires, or rediscover desires we’ve once had and what about was so..desirable. Then cravings come up again, then it pushes us to take more adventures and explore life more as we should. Instead of staying stuck inside our own minds.

So, I did some research and ordered a book, and it should be here by or around 3pm, and I can see if it’s enjoyable.

What I think is also great about exploring new worlds (physical, mental, or imaginary), is that you get to take from it as you wish, and have that become of you, and at one point you will share that part of you too with others, and it’s like passing along that good feeling. Feeling it and giving it away, then feeling it again.