“Nothing Beautiful Asks For Attention” ~ Unknown
I am assuming that the average reader has come to this page to enlighten themselves on the mastermind of this blog. Well, interested soul, fear no more, as I shall give you some insight into the hardwiring of my mature, yet strangely erratic brain.
My brain contains carefully constructed thoughts stored in a myriad of loosely organized files. However, when walking through the serene hallways, sticky notes of neglected ideas lay around like pebbles by an ocean; the water kisses them several times, but few rarely make it out to sea. They go up to your knees and swallow you whole – if you dig around, kernels of wisdom can be extracted out of the mass, with a few paper cuts, of course.
After the kernels are collected, they are processed, and then written on thick parchment in a tilted script.
Although this makes me seem like an individual of meticulous order, the average reader should not forget that this mastermind also has a heart. Sending unpredictable weather to my office, my soul destroys all of my work at times. Anger causes piercing heat waves, searing the paper at the edges and working inwards. With sadness, comes a weighted shower, causing the ink to bleed out, and trail through the hallways like a cursed river. Finally, over-excitement creates a frilly breeze that teases the words to fly into the world of recklessness.
As always, my rationale cleans up the mess. She stands at the front of the room, evaluates the damage, and gets to work, drying the paper, scrubbing the linoleum floors, among other things. By the end of the day, the order is somewhat restored, and she can progress again. This time, however, her hands are sliced infinitely, making it difficult to recognize where the fingers meet the palm.
Now, the average reader will wonder: what is the purpose of these files? Am I collecting infinitesimal amounts of stardust for personal satisfaction, or to burn everything in the end, a pile of hard-earned ashes?
When I answer the average reader, I tell them that wisdom is the food my brain consumes. However, you are not the average reader. You, my friend, are not merely here to “enlighten yourselves on the mastermind of this blog”, but to dissect its attributes, observe its symbolism, finally forming a collage of me. To you, I say that these files are being stored with one intent, and one intent only: to compose a book, representing my life, my struggles, and my final destiny.
I plan on writing this book when the pieces of parchment held between my ears explode out of its cage. By then, wrinkles will be painted on me, like the creases in the bark of a redwood, and my trunk will kneel slowly into the water: a sign of weakness. However, my writing branch will remain strong with youthful energy; it will write eloquently of the great things I have accomplished, while still embracing my lackings. The branch will take papers from my office, and choosing the best lines to keep, like gems in the night sky. By then, my office is emptying and the paper mache sticky notes will leave through the drains, thoughts forgotten in the mass chaos. When the branch lifts its pen from the sky, I will know that I have done what I am here to do.
For now, with a little patience, I will collect kernels of wisdom, so that my book will evolve into something beautiful and worth reading in the future.
Your Average Mastermind
To answer the question in a candid manner, the purpose of this blog is to share some of the files stored in my brain to the rest of the world. Although many people may not see it, the ones who do can read, learn, and grow their own collection by being inspired by mine. After all, this is how I expand my library as well.
This blog also acts as an outlet for my creative energy, as rarely am I able to convert the abstract shards of glass in my head into astounding pieces of literature. Hopefully, with practice, my crawl morphs into a steady walk and finally a full-fledged sprint. When my breath gets heavy, I will gradually come to a standstill, dip my foot into a pot of purple ink, and place a period at the end of my sentence. Then, I will start to crawl again, looking at the last journey as validation to continue this one.
The theme and the quote are carefully selected to depict an individual of specific values. The featured image is beautiful because of the overall tranquility; it is supposed to complement the quote, as the viewer is not indirectly coerced to praise its composition. Thus, beautiful things only get attention because it is never asked of by them.
Now that you know why I am here, I will allow you to put a name to the personality that I have carefully laid on this platform.
My name is Nazeefa, and I prefer to suggest simplicity through the way I act and present myself to the world. I am an extroverted introvert, choosing to rest on the fringes of society and dipping into the commotion when curiosity beckons me. You will see through the progression of my blog, that I explore a variety of themes, but I do so in a safe manner, preferring to remain aloof towards the public, as a king would to his people.
Although my priorities and actions match those of the average high school student, the temptation to poke my finger into the flame of the real world is sometimes dangerously volatile. When this happens, I rein my pegasus in, and patiently stroke its wings until the fire leaves. However, the halter is starting to tear, and I will soon be leaving my cage, venturing wherever my ride leads me.
In order to understand where I will go, you will need more information than what can be transferred through words.
If you need a sound, imagine euphonic melodies, swaying blissfully in the crisp breeze.
If you need a touch, imagine the skin of an American cow, soft, yet firm and unwavering.
If you need a taste, imagine biting into an apple pie fresh out of the oven; it will sear your mouth, but your taste buds will still tingle in delight.
If you need a scent, imagine a pang of citrus blanketed with a mild musk of lavender.
If you need a visual, imagine a small young lady sitting on a black leather couch, with her glasses off, taking in adventures much more exciting than her own.
One day, she does plan on reading and writing hers as well.
First, however, she needs some time to grow.