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Current mood:  jedi
i had a coversation with someone at bluz tonight that made me think about life. My life, other peoples lives, just life in general. We were discussing passion and it's meaning and roll in life; basically how it shapes you. She told me she had no idea what her passion is. No clue why she gets up in the morning or what makes her move. She said that I'm lucky for knowing my passion and it really turned me off to people for the whole rest of night. Set me up for disappointment you know? If you can wake up clueless about why you're living and wind up at the same place as me then what does that really say about who I am? And do people really think that I'm lucky for knowing that music is where i want to spend the rest of my life? This isn't easy. I wouldn't change it for the world but it's not luck, it's just where I am. I'm permanently in love with a beast that never loves me back. It just keeps being loved. I suppose it's normal to just kinda wander through life not worrying about what matters but damn. so shortly there after i'm watching this very talented musician away from the stage. Watching his actions and listening in on what he has to say and i realized something. having passion doesn't make you a well rounded person, and it certainly doesn't make you smart. Hell, it doesn't even make you different. It makes you someone with something to talk about, even something to fall back on, but who cares about that? See, I think loneliness is as prevalent in passionate people as it is in the uninspired. Desire doesn't make people happy, it can actually drive you crazy a lot faster than boredom can. You end up rushing back and forth between trying to be completely emaciated in it and trying to develop scabs to hide the pain of failure, joy of acceptance, distaste in stagnation, or even just to break from the creativity jumping out of your brain in common situations. it may be better than pretending to try to find yourself but either way i think we'd all be better off just living. I'm not even sure this makes any sense but "it's these moments of clarity that cripples me most" whatever, if you read this, please go create something for yourself and no one else right now. go paint something poorly, or scream some words that mean nothing. please.
7:42 AM
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