let it happen
ever get the feeling everybody wants you to shut the fuck up? odds are-- they probably do. you know you've felt it before.. that staggering feeling of people looking at you and saying "What the fuck is this kid on?" I often wonder why people are like that. one of the things i've been trying to do lately, is to let whatever is-a-cookin' upstairs in my noodle out. sometimes it may not make sense to other people, but i always have a valid point, whether they choose to understand it or not.
the people who stand out the most in your life will care the least whether you give a fuck if they exist or not. it's so simple to be phenomenal at everything you do, if you completely shut out whatever is on everyone's mind. next time you're out with your friends, hop on up in front of everybody and tell the funniest joke you know. here's the clincher: say it just as you know it, but while you're telling it, don't hesitate, stop, or second guess the comedy in it. the secret is in the confidence you have when you tell it. if you say it, and expect people to laugh, their insecurities of what the other people listening are thinking will force them to laugh, whether they found it funny or not.
any TRUE artist, whether it be a musician, painter, dancer, or actor-- already knows this secret. it's a way of life. everything is confidence. do you feasibly see a painter sitting down and saying to himself, "i sure can't wait until the guys see what i'm making!"
hell no.
if that painter is truly an artist, the last thing he or she ever though of is who's going to see it. hell, some of their best works might not ever fall upon another human's eyes. and as history tells it, these people catch your eyes the most.
but the question keeps coming back, why can't everyone just see this? but hasn't that been happening these past couple of days? are my evening rants nothing more than a little boy with a handful of ideas trying to stir up controversey? or am i a passive observer, recording in the best possible detail what i've gathered about how things work. nobody else seems to care.
..or maybe, i'm just letting everything-a-cookin' in my noodle out.
valid point? you decide, i've made up my mind.
the people who stand out the most in your life will care the least whether you give a fuck if they exist or not. it's so simple to be phenomenal at everything you do, if you completely shut out whatever is on everyone's mind. next time you're out with your friends, hop on up in front of everybody and tell the funniest joke you know. here's the clincher: say it just as you know it, but while you're telling it, don't hesitate, stop, or second guess the comedy in it. the secret is in the confidence you have when you tell it. if you say it, and expect people to laugh, their insecurities of what the other people listening are thinking will force them to laugh, whether they found it funny or not.
any TRUE artist, whether it be a musician, painter, dancer, or actor-- already knows this secret. it's a way of life. everything is confidence. do you feasibly see a painter sitting down and saying to himself, "i sure can't wait until the guys see what i'm making!"
hell no.
if that painter is truly an artist, the last thing he or she ever though of is who's going to see it. hell, some of their best works might not ever fall upon another human's eyes. and as history tells it, these people catch your eyes the most.
but the question keeps coming back, why can't everyone just see this? but hasn't that been happening these past couple of days? are my evening rants nothing more than a little boy with a handful of ideas trying to stir up controversey? or am i a passive observer, recording in the best possible detail what i've gathered about how things work. nobody else seems to care.
..or maybe, i'm just letting everything-a-cookin' in my noodle out.
valid point? you decide, i've made up my mind.