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The opening shot of my Livejournal. Interesting...
School starts in less than a month. Needless to say, I'm not entirely excited, but not only for the usual reasons of laziness and being a bitch. Life sometimes throws you curveballs, and in this, I've been thrown a whopper. Not a burger, but a pitch. What the fuck was I saying? Hello?
Oh yeah, school.
This all started when I saw Interpol in concert. I remember that day quite distinctly, as I was in San Diego with my brother, and we were very excited to see this band. He had been telling me all day about how unbelievable their show was, so by the time we got to the venue, we both were prepared for some good times. In line, I remember quite distinctly having to crap quite badly, but when we got inside, and the opening band started, the urge to poop went away. Now you know about my gastrointestinal schedule.
The opening band was decent, but when Interpol came on, something came over me. They started out with "Next Exit," one of the best songs about starting over. If you haven't heard it, stop reading this and get it NOW. So, as the concert went on, and this music enveloped me, it seemed like I was being told something. A little fire had been started in me, but at that point, I had no idea what it was.
Fast forward to a couple of days later. I'm at ASU, and I am NOT happy; everything is bothering me. Not just in the little details, but I started to even ask why I was there, and what the hell I was doing with my time. I talked to my brother about it, and he told me what was happening. I had been artistically awoken, and now I was questioning the bullshit in my life. He said that for people like us, school is useless; college in particular serves as a buffet of careers. You choose what you want to do, then you get the training to do it. When you're done, you get a lovely piece of paper that says you did it all by yourself. However, what I want out of life is not to be found in a career. I want to do to people exactly what Interpol did to me; to awaken in them a deeper meaning to life. To challenge people to look at themselves and the world around them in a new and hopefully positive light.
I have no idea how that will take form. But in life, the greatest thing to achieve is not riches, fame, or power, but compassion and helping others. This revelation by expression will hopefully inspire others to do the same, and to reach out to others still, and inspire them. It can be as simple as helping a friend, expressing love, or giving a compliment, or as complex as expressing emotion and personal revelation through music or the written word. But the bottom line of emotion, compassion, and the greater human experience continues, no matter the means of expression.
I don't hate the institution of college, and while I figure out my shit, I intend to stay in it. But I realize there is something more out there than the house in the suburbs, a nice SUV, and a 9-5 job. I don't think that life is necessarily bad, but it just isn't enough for me.
So, can you understand why I'm not exactly thrilled to go to a 200-person lecture class about American government?
School starts in less than a month. Needless to say, I'm not entirely excited, but not only for the usual reasons of laziness and being a bitch. Life sometimes throws you curveballs, and in this, I've been thrown a whopper. Not a burger, but a pitch. What the fuck was I saying? Hello?
Oh yeah, school.
This all started when I saw Interpol in concert. I remember that day quite distinctly, as I was in San Diego with my brother, and we were very excited to see this band. He had been telling me all day about how unbelievable their show was, so by the time we got to the venue, we both were prepared for some good times. In line, I remember quite distinctly having to crap quite badly, but when we got inside, and the opening band started, the urge to poop went away. Now you know about my gastrointestinal schedule.
The opening band was decent, but when Interpol came on, something came over me. They started out with "Next Exit," one of the best songs about starting over. If you haven't heard it, stop reading this and get it NOW. So, as the concert went on, and this music enveloped me, it seemed like I was being told something. A little fire had been started in me, but at that point, I had no idea what it was.
Fast forward to a couple of days later. I'm at ASU, and I am NOT happy; everything is bothering me. Not just in the little details, but I started to even ask why I was there, and what the hell I was doing with my time. I talked to my brother about it, and he told me what was happening. I had been artistically awoken, and now I was questioning the bullshit in my life. He said that for people like us, school is useless; college in particular serves as a buffet of careers. You choose what you want to do, then you get the training to do it. When you're done, you get a lovely piece of paper that says you did it all by yourself. However, what I want out of life is not to be found in a career. I want to do to people exactly what Interpol did to me; to awaken in them a deeper meaning to life. To challenge people to look at themselves and the world around them in a new and hopefully positive light.
I have no idea how that will take form. But in life, the greatest thing to achieve is not riches, fame, or power, but compassion and helping others. This revelation by expression will hopefully inspire others to do the same, and to reach out to others still, and inspire them. It can be as simple as helping a friend, expressing love, or giving a compliment, or as complex as expressing emotion and personal revelation through music or the written word. But the bottom line of emotion, compassion, and the greater human experience continues, no matter the means of expression.
I don't hate the institution of college, and while I figure out my shit, I intend to stay in it. But I realize there is something more out there than the house in the suburbs, a nice SUV, and a 9-5 job. I don't think that life is necessarily bad, but it just isn't enough for me.
So, can you understand why I'm not exactly thrilled to go to a 200-person lecture class about American government?