| The ins and outs of daily human life.?We're such a confused flock, and I think we might be following the wrong shepard.?Everyone herding in different directions.?The realization of 'we're all human' so very far away from the dreams of the dreams of the things we know we think we want.?Someday along the life course we discover what's really important and grab hold of that, grab hold.?The seasons change though, oh they change.?I think back to the things I used to believe a year ago, two years ago, three years ago.?Thankfully I have this handy blog thing here.?I was just venturing into my posts dating from yesterday to about two years ago.?Incredible how I've changed into a much less edgy and spontanious writer.? |
| Incredible how I've changed into a much less edgy and spontanious writer.?In favor of..what??Confusion, but grammatically correct.?I wasn't a writer right out of high school.?I kind of picked up on it when I was 19 or 20, and since I'd been out of school so long, and the *rules* of grammar and proper format meant so little to me, I wrote in my own form.?Sure I had to relearn a lot.?But being built from that place, it gave my pieces a freedom of format, a freedom of spontanious collusions of words, odd ideas and the courage to force them down stranger's throats.?Now that I'm in college and have been for four semesters taking english and creative writing and journalism courses, have all these rules and regulations put a hamper on my ability to be raw, real and in your face??I'll have to find that again.? |
| I'll have to find that again.?I'll have to read back and rediscover how I did it.?I'm not saying though, that I haven't progressed in extremely positive ways.?I'd just like to jump back and see what I can bring to the forefronts of today what I understood as an ignorant before the rule books and regulations and censorship hit me.?Work it in with today..because in any case it is me and still is me, or was me, and will be me again.?It's still there, perhaps I'm just afraid to explore it.?Maybe after two years of hammering down ideas in almost every catigory from philosophy to politics, social life, fate, spirituality, that I feel like if I touch in again on something I'll be repeating myself.?Maybe I should be bringing the old pieces back and rewrite them with what I understand and comprehend today.???Let me retell this much..? |
| Let me retell this much..?The most important things in our lives have nothing to do with money or a job.?Those pursuits are backwards if you ask me.?We're humans built into a society that no longer suits or serves our best purposes and needs as individuals.?What is important??Understand ourselves, understanding the world around us, morality and it's application, spirituality in whatever way you can find it, philosophy, science, growth as individuals and growth as a species, not to mention love as an active form of living.?These things are important to me, at the forefront of importance.?I can't let myself lose sight of that.?Though the pretty stereo equipment, the big screen tvs, the hot rods, the promiscous sex, the beer tents are all so very appealing; and yes it's not so hard to achieve these things.?Just collect the green paper.? |
| Just collect the green paper.?Maybe we do really want these things, and yes, we can get them.?But do they ever last the test of time??They seem to me just like lolly pops or hits of acid, temporary.?And we may spend our whole lives chasing material posessions, sex, the idea of the perfect home, all the trimmings, good food, alcohol-cigarettes-other drugs, fast cars and even faster prettier videogames..It seems so often we can be trapped by this pursuit, tunnel visioned by it, and one day we wake up years later to discover..We sit alone in a house with a man (or woman) we kind of love, with a hummer, a giant liquor cabnet, a flatscreen television with 1000+ channels and nick-nacks, furniture, fine towels next to the beau-monde toilet and discover to our surprise, one quiet day when the power goes out or all the distractions fail to grab you and you just sit there staring, thinking finally thinking about where you are, and who you are, and what's been happening in your life, and all the things surrounding you that costed oh-so-much money, and all that money you traded in for your time, and time tells you dear it says it's been a long time, and your heart tells you son, it says: I'm not happy now, no I'm not happy now.?Over and over and over, no matter how much it hurts, just let it sink in.?You filled your house with everything you thought you wanted, but you aren't happy.?Understand it, and perservere as any human can, refocus, set a new game plan, and execute it.? |
| Understand it, and perservere as any human can, refocus, set a new game plan, and execute it.?It's never too late to find happiness, with a little help from your old friend truth.?It's been too long, far far too long. |
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