It's that time again.
So, I am investing some heavy cash into enhancing my film equipment, because I plan on stepping up my game this year. I'll make at least two more short films (finishing post-production on my first one, shot in January), and I'm determined to find some good bands in need of music videos. Hell, this is Orlando, everyone's in a band. Shouldn't be too hard.
I wonder what it's like to be an accounting or engineering major out there right now, knowing they have a nice warm job waiting for them with a salary that will buy them a nice villa and an SUV. It must be a little boring. I guess it isn't boring if you're them.
Myself, I enjoy the little uncertainty. All I know is that I'm going to to leave Florida A.S.A.P, that I will make films, and write things. Where will my money come from, if not from my artistic pursuits? I don't know. Money always sort of showed up. I made it when I needed it, and quit my job when I stopped needing it (read: I got scholarships). Am I gonna have to teach to support myself? Try freelance journalism? Something completely different? I wonder if I'll ever again meet a person I'd like to marry, and have kids. I'd certainly like to. How old am I gonna be? Will time slow down a little bit, or will it continue at this crazy pace? Not having the answers makes me excited for the future. There is no clear pattern ahead, only art, passion, this ridiculous thirst for life. Sushi. There is definitely a lot of sushi.
Sunsets, beaches, snow, warm blankets, the sound DV tapes makes when being loaded, the way I sound when I say: "Action," the frantic clicking of a keyboard when inspiration strikes at 3 A.M, the smell of French toast bagels, the wonderful pain of a tattoo needle vibrating on my skin. Images, patterns, things that are clear but remain unheard, things that I hear but are not clear. The laughter of friends, the skunk smell and magnificent taste of beer, the softening edges of the world as the liquor takes hold. It's all there, I hope.
No, I'm not looking forward to steady paychecks, or a dream car, or a house in the 'burbs. I'm not particularly concerned about health insurance, or 401(k), or a cool cellphone. Maybe I'm a crazy hippie, a stupid kid scoffed at by the bitter older generation, ones who gave up a long time ago.
I think I'm hell of a lucky bastard, because I see happiness as such a simple concept - and the concept is there, ahead, waiting for me, always. I'm uncertain, and sometimes it makes me nervous. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. Then again - I already have the world.
I wonder what it's like to be an accounting or engineering major out there right now, knowing they have a nice warm job waiting for them with a salary that will buy them a nice villa and an SUV. It must be a little boring. I guess it isn't boring if you're them.
Myself, I enjoy the little uncertainty. All I know is that I'm going to to leave Florida A.S.A.P, that I will make films, and write things. Where will my money come from, if not from my artistic pursuits? I don't know. Money always sort of showed up. I made it when I needed it, and quit my job when I stopped needing it (read: I got scholarships). Am I gonna have to teach to support myself? Try freelance journalism? Something completely different? I wonder if I'll ever again meet a person I'd like to marry, and have kids. I'd certainly like to. How old am I gonna be? Will time slow down a little bit, or will it continue at this crazy pace? Not having the answers makes me excited for the future. There is no clear pattern ahead, only art, passion, this ridiculous thirst for life. Sushi. There is definitely a lot of sushi.
Sunsets, beaches, snow, warm blankets, the sound DV tapes makes when being loaded, the way I sound when I say: "Action," the frantic clicking of a keyboard when inspiration strikes at 3 A.M, the smell of French toast bagels, the wonderful pain of a tattoo needle vibrating on my skin. Images, patterns, things that are clear but remain unheard, things that I hear but are not clear. The laughter of friends, the skunk smell and magnificent taste of beer, the softening edges of the world as the liquor takes hold. It's all there, I hope.
No, I'm not looking forward to steady paychecks, or a dream car, or a house in the 'burbs. I'm not particularly concerned about health insurance, or 401(k), or a cool cellphone. Maybe I'm a crazy hippie, a stupid kid scoffed at by the bitter older generation, ones who gave up a long time ago.
I think I'm hell of a lucky bastard, because I see happiness as such a simple concept - and the concept is there, ahead, waiting for me, always. I'm uncertain, and sometimes it makes me nervous. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. Then again - I already have the world.