Welcome to self involvement ville
The other day Rob told me that it was really emo of me to post in single sentences without periods.
He is probably right. I have probably taken economy of expression into pretentious self involvement ville.
It is within that view that I present the following observations.
So I decided to try and get back into music, or at least force myself to listen again. And then this past Monday I panicked and tried to pick up a copy of the 7 Habits Of Highly Effective People at B&N. These things are probably related.
In any event, I could not find 7HOHEP and so I settled for Randy Pausch's The Last Lecture. That my friend Alex was reading it overcame my suspicion of its "THE SECRET"-like stocking stuffer dust jacket.
So the first things I read in this book are Randy talking about accomplishing (or not accomplishing) his childhood dreams
And it occurs to me, what were my dreams, anyway? I really couldn't tell you. I thought that meant I never had any, so I would never have direction in my life. That got me down. You might be sad if you were riding that train of thought, too.
And then I was listening to the Smiths and "Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" loooooord knows it would be the first tiiiiiiiiiiiime is how the song goes. There's a cover of that song in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, a Key Movie of my Adolescence. But the song goes, "Good times for a change / See, the luck I've had / Can make a good man / Turn bad"
Music is important because it can remind you of the dreams you forgot when you were going through a hard time in your life. Losing those dreams is like dropping out of society, leaving life to be lived by those with the will to live it.
I have a long way to go to get reconnected. Much thanks to my friends, to whom much is owed.
He is probably right. I have probably taken economy of expression into pretentious self involvement ville.
It is within that view that I present the following observations.
So I decided to try and get back into music, or at least force myself to listen again. And then this past Monday I panicked and tried to pick up a copy of the 7 Habits Of Highly Effective People at B&N. These things are probably related.
In any event, I could not find 7HOHEP and so I settled for Randy Pausch's The Last Lecture. That my friend Alex was reading it overcame my suspicion of its "THE SECRET"-like stocking stuffer dust jacket.
So the first things I read in this book are Randy talking about accomplishing (or not accomplishing) his childhood dreams
And it occurs to me, what were my dreams, anyway? I really couldn't tell you. I thought that meant I never had any, so I would never have direction in my life. That got me down. You might be sad if you were riding that train of thought, too.
And then I was listening to the Smiths and "Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" loooooord knows it would be the first tiiiiiiiiiiiime is how the song goes. There's a cover of that song in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, a Key Movie of my Adolescence. But the song goes, "Good times for a change / See, the luck I've had / Can make a good man / Turn bad"
Music is important because it can remind you of the dreams you forgot when you were going through a hard time in your life. Losing those dreams is like dropping out of society, leaving life to be lived by those with the will to live it.
I have a long way to go to get reconnected. Much thanks to my friends, to whom much is owed.