my purpose is to have an open heart and eyes full of wonder, to seem slightly off putting, to find a nice patch of soft grass, and stare at the ocean for hours
the years before the work finds its shape are the years everyone misreads. from the outside: aimlessness, indecision, a person who can’t explain what they’re doing because what they’re doing doesn’t have a name yet. circling a subject with a devotion that looks, to everyone watching, like paralysis.
from the inside: a fever. a low, constant, productive fever. the mind is assembling something that the craft can’t deliver yet and that the mouth can’t name and the inability to describe the thing you’re becoming to the people who knew the thing you were - that inability is its own particular wilderness. and I have lived in it, and the living in it was the making of me, though I couldn’t have told you that at the time. at the time, I would have told you I was lost.
I like weird people. The black sheep, the odd ducks, the eccentrics, the artists, the loners. People who actually think for themselves, the kind whose morals are not swayed by groupthink. These people have the most beautiful souls.
في هذا الفيديو، قال ميازاكي: «عندما نموت، لن نتمكن من رؤية غروب الشمس». إنها عبارة بسيطة، لكنها تلخص مدى تقديره لقيمة الحياة والحضور الحقيقي فيها. فبالنسبة له، الحياة تكمن في تأمل اللحظات الصغيرة؛ مثل الطريقة التي يتغير بها لون السماء ببطء، أو حركة الرياح بين الأشجار، أو دفء الشمس عند الغسق. تلك هي صنوف التجارب اليومية الهادئة التي غالباً ما نغفل عنها نحن البشر في غمرة الحياة اليومية المتسارعة، رغم أنها هي اللحظات التي تجعلنا نشعر حقاً بأننا على قيد الحياة.