Stimulation of the Senses

Stimulation of the Senses.

That is all we want… hearing, tasting, seeing, smelling, touching.. everything stimulated to the outmost extreme. 

In a world of such extremes, we strive to find ways to make these basic senses magnified. We live in a world that is ever changing. We are humans.. we grow bored all so easy. The thing we have to remember is, we don't physically evolve as fast as our hands creations. We can mold and shape things so easily in our everyday lives, so much that we take for granted what we do have at our disposal. Technology expands every second to depths that our comprehension cannot even fathom. We are a world that wants the best, and we want it now... we want to be in the moment now as well as the moment tomorrow all at once. We cannot wait. We crave the feel.. the rush.. the full moons light upon our face bathing and soaking into us a new theory.. a new life. A new expansion of the human mind. 

Our senses drive us and shape us into the people we are today. Now more than ever we try to enhance the basics of what is already there. I sat down the other day and thought of my personal senses and what they mean to me. 

Here is my own little personal synopsis of my life in the abstract.. 

The sense of sound… the louder the better. I have a soundtrack of my life. It changes every year if I find something that fits in better with a certain situation or time that is presently happening in my life. I create a playlist of those melodies, and I turn the volume up. I turn the volume up until my ears hurt.. and perhaps I will turn it up a little more from there. I want to feel the music shake my bones and reach my soul. I want the words being sung and the music being played to make a stamp upon my very existence. I want it to mold me and ever so gently play as as the background noise in my life. Sometimes it makes me feel like I am in a TV sitcom. I often wonder would people like what they were watching, or would they simply flip the channel. I worry too much about what other people tend to think. Music wise, I don't though. Certain sounds and certain songs make me feel alive. Sound stimulates me in the good and bad times. Sound waves are smooth oceans for me. Sound effects my mood above all other of my senses. 

The sense of taste… the more flavor the better. I am not the most adventurous with food. Granted, I have a very healthy appetite for certain items. I am not scared of red meat.. in fact I crave a good steak once a week. I love eating healthy fair like salad and brown rice. My husband and I have made pasta Sunday a tradition in our home, and nothing tastes better than that on this day. Also, nothing tastes better than coffee in the morning and red wine at night. I have favorites, but I try new products of these items to see if I find one that dances with my tastebuds even better. Big, bold tastes can spark a memory you will never forget. The taste of a fine wine can mark a milestone. Every time a taste hits my tongue, memories will be relived. Some meals bring back memories of childhood youth.. a classic bowl of mac and cheese or a simple grilled cheese sandwich (I heart cheese). My tastebuds relive good times for me like a movie in my head. I think we want enhanced flavors because we want bolder visions. (Hungry now). My sense of taste is my memory keeper.

The sense of sight… I wear glasses. In fact, I have worn glasses my whole life and will until the day I die. My vision is very bad for a younger person. In the morning when I wake up, the world is a fuzzy blur of color. Nothing is in focus. It is like I have awoken into a new world. Then my clumsy hands find my spectacles on the night stand. As soon as my other set of eyes fall upon my face the world is alive in vivid HD. Those blurs of color come together in sharp lines. I can make out not only the big details, but the small ones. I love going for car rides and focusing my attention on the clouds and scenery passing me by. I get a certain giddy high in the simple, unnoticed details. I try and see everything in the highest detail. And then I try and see past all that to a different image within the same scene. I feel as though I take my glasses for granted. I am an artist.. I need them to help express the vision I want to share. I want to show people what I see beyond what is there. Vision is an absolute necessity for me. Out of all the senses, I rely on this one the most: inspiration in the sight of a unseen world..

The sense of smell… I have bad allergies. Sometimes this sense is hard for me to get into. I do know my three favorite smells though: fall leaves, my husbands shirts and musky, old books. These smells comfort me. If I am having a bad day and these smells are available to me, I will inhale deeply and feel an euphoric jolt. An instant smile will form upon my lips and all will be good in the world. But as I said, my allergies are BAD. My nose is a continuous trumpet all seasons of the year. I feel as though this sense is the least value to me. But it does know how to perk me up in my time of need.

The sense of touch… I feel the need to touch everything. I don't know if it is part of my OCD, but I have a strong desire to touch the objects around me. My fingers are like little lightening bolts that need stimulation. The greatest thing I have ever touched is my partners hand.. holding hands with my husband makes me feel complete. Through touch I feel love.. I feel an awakening of every part of me. I am alive through touch, and that is something I need reminded of everyday. It makes life worth living for the simplest feel of something important to you. It makes it real.. touch is the most realistic sense I have. It keeps me grounded and aware of life. Connection through touch is sanity. Touch makes me aware of my physically surroundings, and for that I am beyond blessed. To feel and touch is to live. I am alive.

In short.. senses make us who we are. 

We rely on these five basic fundamentals.. that is why we want the amplification. We just need to realize not everything is in our physical hands.. we just need to let our senses continue to grow organically. In time, they will let us know what needs to be heard..