Day 15 - December 14, 2007
I haven’t written anything for a long ass time and it’s starting to piss me off. Usually I go through all of these preliminary emotions before I start writing but I figure it’d be interested to get that much deeper into the mind of the writer for once. See if you can follow me along for the ride.
What follows in a, well actually, I’m not sure yet. Hopefully it will be what seems to be an obscure rambling of thoughts that tie up nice and fashionably in the end. It’s going to cover a lot of topics, many of which I’ve probably covered by now. I guess you can say I’m easing into a sort of mood. Unfortunately, this may lead to less diversity. Seeing how I change my mind up on what I plan on doing with my life about once a month, although keeping it along a certain topic/guideline, I can only hope the same will mirror in my writing. For those of you who didn’t get that: If my writing starts to get too repetitive I’ll change it because that’s the kind of guy I am.
I figure there’s a bunch of different ways to go about life. Despite this being my original idea based on everything that’s happened to me, I’ll cite the nature vs nurture argument for safety. These past few weeks I’ve been enjoying life to the fullest, despite finding out in humanities class that we’re all just vehicles for genes. Yea, life is meaningless..but that does allow oneself a lot more time to have fun. Think about it.
The idea of making one’s own destiny always seemed farfetched and magical, but it’s not. I’ve chosen to be optimistic and happy for these past few weeks because the ones before them were good too. But eventually it falls into a swell when I realize I’m only being happy for the sake of being happy. Then something magical happens, ie something good you didn’t see coming, and you’re legitimately happy again. It’s a nice cycle.
Theses little tid bits of joy can arise from almost anything. Hanging out with a six year old for hours upon hours (we’re talking 12) or being able to talk to friends and loved ones, even if it’s a non-symbiotic (there’s definitely an actual word for this term) relationship. Kicking back, relaxing and accomplishing no great feet for a day can be fun too. Sure, maybe it’s a wasted day, but it’d better than wasting a day studying for math and science, especially when you have no interest in it.
Speaking of which, there has to be something wrong if so many students are studying courses and going into fields that they have no interest in. We’re here for a short time, not a long time, so have a good time to paraphrase Trooper (that’s what I think the reworking of the lyrics should be, IMHO). Life’s a sweet game that we get to play one time. Why should we waste so much time of it banging our heads against doors we don’t even care about opening when we can easily walk through the ones that interest us? Personally, I blame the parents.
I think one of my life goals is to create the perfect Utopia. They always have flaws. Getting rid of money, and the whole idea of monetary value would be the first thing I’d do. After that it’d be religion. If you need to talk to god, get spiritual. Make your own path to ascertain divine righteousness (whoa, good words). That’s what it’ supposed to be about, no? Connecting on a personal level with your beliefs. We tend to forget the word “organized” when we talk about religion. Think about it.
That about ends it, guess I don’t accomplish my goal of creating a full cycle of thought, unless you count me going over this and the fact that I ended the “first” and “last” paragraphs with “Think about it.” But here’s the beauty. Tonight, I sought to write something, and that’s what I did. I didn’t focus on the glamour of syntax and order, nor was I determined to create magnificent words of wisdom. I wanted make a connection between my brain and the reader, and even if I didn’t do it the official way, I did it my way, I’m happy with the outcome, and that’s what counts as a writer. Think about it.
