"Don't lose your grip on the dreams of your past. You must fight just to keep them alive."
Line from "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor.
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Inspiration. A drug that I'm ever so dependant on.
I've lacked it for the longest time. Well, struck me at intervals, but not powerful enough to give me my fix. It wasn't laced with the drive to do something with it. Motivation.
I'm much the type to be content with what I have. I like this, as it keeps me humble, thankful, and gracious. On the negative end, it can cause me to not be as eager to reach for something more, something greater. A steady office job with decent pay, not to mention an overabundance of World-of-Warcraft, I made no progress in life. I sat around and got met bills, but nothing much further than that. I forgot the spirit.
An instance that shook me from my mundane contentment. A fellow that attended ITT Tech with me, James Gilmore had come by visiting Will on a business errand. He saw me sitting there playing WoW, and after a few short inquisitions quickly saw that since the degree, I really haven't done anything. What he said then really... sparked something.
"I remember back in school, when you actually did work, it was really good, and you didn't even really put that much effort into it. If you had dedicated as much time as I'm sure you've put into that game towards some multimedia stuff, I'd bet that you'd have a rembrant on your hands."
I looked back, and I had dreams before. Where were they now? I'd stopped, as though I were done. Though grateful for what I have, I am far from content, and that's something I need to remember.
I need to hold on to my dreams, no matter how farfetched some of them may be. I know I won't achieve all of them, or maybe not even some of them, but that's why I'm Blake-shotting* them. I'm gonna hit something.
I want to work in the gaming industry. I want to look at advertisements and know I had a hand in them. I want complete strangers to marvel at my works. I want to make a webcomic that's at least moderately successful. I want to make some of my own music. I want to learn instruments. I want to be able to do a backflip. I want to take some martial arts and develop my own style, Blake Fu. I want a toned sexy body. I want cosplay that people remember for being awesome. I want to do a choreographed lightsaber fightscene, and do the special effects. I want to own my own and operate my own arcade. I want, at some point, someone to recognize me saying: "You're BlakeoftheSky?!" I want to be the new internet phenomena doing something completely asinine as I sometimes do, where people tell their friends 'You gotta see this!' and bring me up. I want to publish the story that's been boiling in my head for so long into some form of media, in an outstanding way. I want to have a rockin' entertainment center, to accomodate games and friends in large quantities. I want to learn to cook some awesome dishes.
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I need to go back to school. This current degree isn't doing shit for me, and well, that's mostly because I'm not doing shit for it. I want to get more education under my belt. Part of that is that if I'm taking classes, it puts my student loans on hold. >.>; I think that now, I'm a little more apt to actually taking education seriously. I can't just coast by on natural talent as I've always done. I need to excel. I need higher grades that will toss me into some good schools. A real degree.
I've no idea what I want to persue. Multimedia that I've already started on, or something else? It really seems to me that in the Multimedia industry, a degree means about as much as showing them that you have a birth certificate. Experience and a repitoire are what you need there, and that's tougher to get. Sciences always piqued my interestests, at least a little. It's outlandish, but maybe something in that line. Biology, chemistry? Heh, difficult, but I need to keep my dreams up.
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Most of all, I need to keep my spirit up.
[* Blake-shot. a term describing the way buck-shot spreads out to accomodate reduced accuracy by increasing the sheer number of shots launched. I won't hit them all, but by god, I'm sending enough that a couple will find their target.]
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Inspiration. A drug that I'm ever so dependant on.
I've lacked it for the longest time. Well, struck me at intervals, but not powerful enough to give me my fix. It wasn't laced with the drive to do something with it. Motivation.
I'm much the type to be content with what I have. I like this, as it keeps me humble, thankful, and gracious. On the negative end, it can cause me to not be as eager to reach for something more, something greater. A steady office job with decent pay, not to mention an overabundance of World-of-Warcraft, I made no progress in life. I sat around and got met bills, but nothing much further than that. I forgot the spirit.
An instance that shook me from my mundane contentment. A fellow that attended ITT Tech with me, James Gilmore had come by visiting Will on a business errand. He saw me sitting there playing WoW, and after a few short inquisitions quickly saw that since the degree, I really haven't done anything. What he said then really... sparked something.
"I remember back in school, when you actually did work, it was really good, and you didn't even really put that much effort into it. If you had dedicated as much time as I'm sure you've put into that game towards some multimedia stuff, I'd bet that you'd have a rembrant on your hands."
I looked back, and I had dreams before. Where were they now? I'd stopped, as though I were done. Though grateful for what I have, I am far from content, and that's something I need to remember.
I need to hold on to my dreams, no matter how farfetched some of them may be. I know I won't achieve all of them, or maybe not even some of them, but that's why I'm Blake-shotting* them. I'm gonna hit something.
I want to work in the gaming industry. I want to look at advertisements and know I had a hand in them. I want complete strangers to marvel at my works. I want to make a webcomic that's at least moderately successful. I want to make some of my own music. I want to learn instruments. I want to be able to do a backflip. I want to take some martial arts and develop my own style, Blake Fu. I want a toned sexy body. I want cosplay that people remember for being awesome. I want to do a choreographed lightsaber fightscene, and do the special effects. I want to own my own and operate my own arcade. I want, at some point, someone to recognize me saying: "You're BlakeoftheSky?!" I want to be the new internet phenomena doing something completely asinine as I sometimes do, where people tell their friends 'You gotta see this!' and bring me up. I want to publish the story that's been boiling in my head for so long into some form of media, in an outstanding way. I want to have a rockin' entertainment center, to accomodate games and friends in large quantities. I want to learn to cook some awesome dishes.
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I need to go back to school. This current degree isn't doing shit for me, and well, that's mostly because I'm not doing shit for it. I want to get more education under my belt. Part of that is that if I'm taking classes, it puts my student loans on hold. >.>; I think that now, I'm a little more apt to actually taking education seriously. I can't just coast by on natural talent as I've always done. I need to excel. I need higher grades that will toss me into some good schools. A real degree.
I've no idea what I want to persue. Multimedia that I've already started on, or something else? It really seems to me that in the Multimedia industry, a degree means about as much as showing them that you have a birth certificate. Experience and a repitoire are what you need there, and that's tougher to get. Sciences always piqued my interestests, at least a little. It's outlandish, but maybe something in that line. Biology, chemistry? Heh, difficult, but I need to keep my dreams up.
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Most of all, I need to keep my spirit up.
[* Blake-shot. a term describing the way buck-shot spreads out to accomodate reduced accuracy by increasing the sheer number of shots launched. I won't hit them all, but by god, I'm sending enough that a couple will find their target.]