Thoughts

Water

Sometimes the ever-shifting watercolors on a page are the only comparison to the expansion of a wonderful idea, brought forth in the mind by some force. Sometimes unknown. 

I sometimes struggle with relaxing and just letting my ideas flow like a winding river, or stream. However, at other times, it becomes easier than breathing. I personally love watching Bob Ross and the Joys of Painting. It helps me relax and is a fun addition to any evening spend doing just about anything.  I need to start relaxing and letting things flow smoother than the paint and Bob Ross's voice combined. I also need to start realizing that there truthfully are no mistakes, Just happy little accidents. And every happy little accident can either be corrected entirely, or transformed into a wonderful highlight of whatever I may be working on. 

I love water. The fluidity of liquids in motion is extremely calming to me, and some of the most joyful moments of my life have been around, or in the sea. 

Ever since I was young, the tides have been calling me. I can hear it in the deepest crevices of my soul. But this isn't even the start of it. I am not sure I could even come close to describing it with even the most abstract and unheard of words in any language. 

I want to know what is at the bottom, but at the same time, leaving it up for imagination seems more entertaining to the psyche. I'd like to believe that there is some sort of strange ecosystem unlike anything known to mankind. Some type of ecosystem wherein the top of the food chain is exponentially larger than that of any animal known before. Or maybe the Mariana Trench has some sort of crash site of some alien lifeforms that have rapidly evolved over millennia, creating a sort of 'underwater city' unseen by any man or camera. Maybe I could write a story about a team of marine scientists finding this strange place and their struggles on what to tell the outside world. Would they lie and say they've found nothing? Or would they tell the truth and open the doors to widespread expeditions and countless media coverage? Maybe they would be killed by the natives? Furthermore, what would these natives look like? What kind of strange language would they speak? And how would they survive in an area with no sunlight?  I don't know exactly what direction I'd want to take this, but it seems like an interesting concept nonetheless. 

I'm thinking about writing a story based around an old west setting with water symbolizing something, like salvation. And maybe this town uses it as currency, or something similar to a dwindling resource. Always sending out more and more scouts to find new sources of it. Maybe including a preacher, or false prophet, might convey this meaning further. I'm thinking it would be best to tell from the perspective of a newcomer, or outsider of the town experiencing it for the first time, and maybe even attempting to help the situation somewhat.  I'd love to write a tense scene between two gunslingers right before they draw and fire. I'll definitely hang on to this idea, although, some research may be needed to maintain at least some historical accuracy and realism. 

These are some interesting ideas that I might just have to come back to eventually.