Brainstorming in Session

In her dreams she was a fish that flew in the waters, swam across the mountains. Every morning was a wake up call to the life that was at hands, yet an utter recognition of the self as a human being. On one side of the coin, a human could swim and could fly, on the other a human had many responsibilities to the nature of things such as swimming only  in the waters, flying above the mountains. This, of course would never be a problem or a topic to write about if it only contained such freedom and limitless thought of power. By power, it means a power to feel whatever without being the person who is to be demanded anywhere at any time. Money does not give that power for it lacks the ability to take all the world problems off of someone’s little human shoulders.

We care too much about money because we have to, but it is not for the freedom we might finally get one day, nor is it in any way to be free of our own thoughts made by the mass for our own future. Some say the future does not even exist; some relentlessly plan for their life ahead. I guess there is an invisible line of doing something in between. Since the law of attraction is one thing to consider, we should imagine a future where we have all the things we want. Regardless, in some books it is also highlighted that we should act as if we already have that thing we are dying to have in the future, right here right now to give it a place, perhaps a part in our daily lives, in the moment. Only then, we can get it. I wonder if anyone wishes to fly over the mountains one day to feel their invisible wings somehow. 

Why would it even matter when we have money to feel all those feelings. However, the problem with money is that it is never enough, never satisfying. It is a good monetary for sure but until when will that be? Until we get old enough not to be able to use our own money to do such adventurous things? Until we lose our passion for living to stay indoors in our huge mansions? What difference does it make to live in a house when you are limited to do only that? Covid should have taught us better. Instead, we turned our heads to some futuristic business idea that would enable us to work from home, at our own comfort. Nevertheless, if everyone thinks about the same thing all at the same time, then what will happen to the great masses? When the supply is over the top, wouldn’t the prices go down due to the competition? If 1 person monopolizes, the prices can be set much higher. If there is an equilibrium price for the supply and demand, the prices go down but not that much. On a rational scale, however, when you have 1 million suppliers of the same product, the price would have to eventually fall down. 

I know where this has all started, but I know where it is going as well. Bear with me! If she was having a dream of being a fish in the mountains every night but corrupted by the reality of things in life every morning to realize it was only a dream, why would everyone else just stand there and put all their money into doing online selling jobs? Selling something special, hand-made, perhaps hard to get makes more sense rather than selling the same thing as everyone else. Plus, there is something called algorithms with this whole internet selling and buying thing, It is hard, but possible for sure. 

Also, before every night going into bed, she praised God to show her a way to warn humanity for getting more and more reliable on the internet rather than focusing on their own skills, abilities, and talents. We should all be taking classes online, get better at things, learn more, read more- online or not,  perhaps brainstorm more before jumping on the gun.

*Please correct me if I am wrong. Open to discussions and such brainstorming activities. 🙂

I READ MEN WITHOUT WOMEN by Haruki Murakami

I had read two different stories by him by the time I started reading Men Without Women. Haruki’s stories always took me back to my teenage years. It should not be a surprise since he writes about his own teenage years in his books though his are called fiction, my past had actually had happened. Who knows maybe his fiction is not very fictitious after all.

I was very excited to be reading Men Without Women at first. Every story left me with suspicion of what was to come. Since I only have spare time on my way to work and home from work, those were the only times I could read my books. Every time my stopped was announced, it felt like the story I was reading at the time was screaming, “Finish reading me!”

Now, for some stories I felt so deep down in my spine, I actually missed my stops. Rather, I had to take the train back to my missed stop, which in the end gave me more time to read while waiting for the next train. I never complained. However, some stories made me ask more questions. The one with the snakes for example. I had a dream about it the night I started reading it. I had the second dream when I finished it. Nights followed days, days turned to nights. I finished the book with that one story on a day that I broke up with him. Men Without Women… What a meaningful word order he put them in, combined, wrote and kept writing. You would think it ends there but it does not. Your spine gets tingly, your hands sweaty and your tongue dry. Like a drug addict, you want to read more of his books.

After finishing the last story, I turned to Youtube and Google for some answers. All I could watch was the comments that degraded the author. They made him look very unprofessional and careless about his writing. I have to admit seeing good comments made me very happy. Not all were letting him degraded like that. On the other hand, every bad comment about him made me more furious. I agree that he uses a lot of ancient metaphors at times. However, these books are translated from Japanese. Can we set aside all the “professional writing structures and rules” and feel what he is actually trying to do? After all, by using simple rules he is getting his stories across to millions of people-in which same process he shoots at the center of the heart. Does it not matter at all? I guess it depends on those teenage years one had, how open one’s heart is and whether one looks for beauty or ugly.