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There is this fear of mine that I've always had, that consistently floats around in my head; that I am goind to end up wasting my life doing something that I wont excell at. Although the range of what one can excell at in some to most cases could be described as limited, I feel that a proper definition of the word can only maintain the proper proportions of these limitation. To excell basically means to surpass, and in this instance it means in a particular field or organization, which could be defined as success. Success to the majority is only one of two definitions, capital gain or emotional content. Capital gain isn't the whole nine yards in my opinion anyway, so I suppose that being emotionally content is what I am shooting for.
So as I look down the loaded barrell of the real world and all of it's real world BS I have to ask myself what makes me emotionally content. Obviously it's not wasting my life doing something I wont ever excell at so let's see what I could find superiority in. Not to be pompous but I'm sure I could be the dominant male trash can man so I should set my aspirations a little higher if you will (I'm not dogging on the trash man either, picking is an honest job and there's probably more honor in that to most people that working in Holywood). So what in life out there can I excell at, how about rock-stardom? Living the life of a rock star looks glamorous but I doubt the validity in popular music and it's image. And aren't rock songs the one's with all the bad messages anyway? The ones that teach to give into sensual pleasures and probe the more-often-than-you-think-explored map of Psychadelia? No thanks, rock stardom doesn't look as glamorous as it used to be.
So now I'm not a rock star anymore, well what am I? I'm pretty sure I could have covered cliches and done very well with sonic copying the past and calling it inspiration, but I wonder how I'd do in the world of fine arts? Fine Arts, that sounds very delicate, and I'm not a very delicate person at all. In fact, as far as fine art goes you could say that I'm a bludgeoning fool before you could call me a delicate practitioner so go figure on that one. But hone and craft as well as hardwork and dedication are the only things that help you there, but me, I'm the guy who's to impatient to wait on that easy mac that comes in a cup. Perhaps litterature and writing. Litterature, maybe then I can teach about hypothetical situations that lead to hypothetical tragedies in which everyone is face with hypothetical themes. It seems cool, but you know, why read when you can write, and writing, that's not for me. So now I'm dungeon master, and isn't that pretty much where it all started anyway? They say life's cyclical but I say eliptical but it's all the same in a relative way.
So as I look down the loaded barrell of the real world and all of it's real world BS I have to ask myself what makes me emotionally content. Obviously it's not wasting my life doing something I wont ever excell at so let's see what I could find superiority in. Not to be pompous but I'm sure I could be the dominant male trash can man so I should set my aspirations a little higher if you will (I'm not dogging on the trash man either, picking is an honest job and there's probably more honor in that to most people that working in Holywood). So what in life out there can I excell at, how about rock-stardom? Living the life of a rock star looks glamorous but I doubt the validity in popular music and it's image. And aren't rock songs the one's with all the bad messages anyway? The ones that teach to give into sensual pleasures and probe the more-often-than-you-think-explored map of Psychadelia? No thanks, rock stardom doesn't look as glamorous as it used to be.
So now I'm not a rock star anymore, well what am I? I'm pretty sure I could have covered cliches and done very well with sonic copying the past and calling it inspiration, but I wonder how I'd do in the world of fine arts? Fine Arts, that sounds very delicate, and I'm not a very delicate person at all. In fact, as far as fine art goes you could say that I'm a bludgeoning fool before you could call me a delicate practitioner so go figure on that one. But hone and craft as well as hardwork and dedication are the only things that help you there, but me, I'm the guy who's to impatient to wait on that easy mac that comes in a cup. Perhaps litterature and writing. Litterature, maybe then I can teach about hypothetical situations that lead to hypothetical tragedies in which everyone is face with hypothetical themes. It seems cool, but you know, why read when you can write, and writing, that's not for me. So now I'm dungeon master, and isn't that pretty much where it all started anyway? They say life's cyclical but I say eliptical but it's all the same in a relative way.