The world has changed 180 degrees since I was writing in this blog last. I've gone from a high school senior with a heart in flux, battling with purpose/identity issues to a college sophomore that is finally slipping into his own skin. Those old poems came from a time when I forced myself into solitary confinement, tuned everything out, and belched out all of these. I'm very proud of the work I did here, yet looking back it does seem flawed and amateurish, something that I suppose musicians see a lot of if they've been around a while.
It is New Years Eve - the dawn of a brand new era of my life, and also the most important one yet. 08 was filled with the gamut of emotions and experiences - extreme love, extremely damaging loss, and of course many things falling in between. For the first time I've realized I truly can live on my own, I can make it. A good friend recently told me that it's a very valuable thing to be able to live on your own and not need anybody/anything, for this uncovers who you truly are and helps you pinpoint where you're going much easier. This is very true, but it shouldn't necessarily be a standard. Gaps of time to let your head decompress are good, but too much time will allow the colors inside to run. Once you have yourself, you need to have purpose, you need to find some way to express the confidence, possibility, and creativity you have within you to inspire someone or change the world in some way. That's how I feel at least
No resolutions for me. Never have had any, they're like setting trapdoors for yourself to forget about. If you make them, you typically will either let yourself down or base your life around the resolution so much you'll lose touch with what you're really feeling. I think they're a scam anyway
Lets see if I can't figure out how to post wh
at I've been listening to:
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