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Greg loves Rock so much, he fell in love with one
I think one of the hardest parts about still living at home is that I had to dedicate so much of my childhood to learning how my family members’ minds work just so that I could pretend to have a normal child, and the longer I’m here the more I am forced to realize that they never tried to learn about me.
Or that my brain is glitching from sleep deprivation
I realized that at some point, I think in January, I started thinking I was 38 years old. My birthday is not in January, it’s actually about six months away, so I’m still 37 and I don’t know if that means that I’m excited about getting older or trying to get away from my past or that I’m bad at math.
ohhhhh my god I've been thinking Amber Rose and Ruby Rose were the same person, how long has THAT been mixing me up. Also who is Amber Rose
Important things I should remember:
Art should not be made with other people’s opinions in mind.
Because once you start worrying about what others will think, you’re not making art for you.
Art is a means of expression. Are you expressing what you feel/want or what others will like?
If you create something with other people in mind, it’s no longer art and you’re no longer expressing yourself.
Your emotions are beautiful and you are beautiful so the art you make will be beautiful.
And hey, everything else is just a tool to help you express yourself better. So once you collect the tools you need, you’re ready to express yourself to others in ways they’ll understand.
You can only live one life.
Perhaps one of the most confusing things the 21st century has done is make 'choice' irrelevant. No, I'm not saying we don't have them. I'm saying that we have too many and therefore dabble in many activities without ever truly committing to one. Because of that, when the time comes to choose something we are paralyzed with indecision and self-doubt.
I parallel this with the ridiculous, viral idea that one can 'settle' on a person and therefore live a more empty, boring life, than if they had waited for The One. I hate this because it gives the impression that there is a way not to settle, a way to continue moving while stationary. This is impossible. We all settle. We have to. That's the only way to do accomplish anything. The question is not whether you are settling, it's whether who or what you are settling on is right.
Americans, particularly those from the United States, like to believe that the world is our oyster. We believe that if we try hard enough, we can be anything, anywhere, anytime. We encourage our friends to shoot for the moon, reminding them that even if they fail they will fall among the stars. We dream of a world where anything is possible, but we do not live in that world. We live in a world just as quantifiable as that which is within it, but because of our good-willed delusions, we are falling short of inhabiting it. We are trying to have it all without sacrificing anything, and because of that we are frustrated and bored.
I spent most of today thinking about my future. I had a short amount of time to make an important decision. I'm not sure I've ever felt so confused and on the verge of tears for so many hours in my life. It was totally different from breakup pain, totally different from death pain...the closest thing I can say it felt like was wiping out on the beach after failing to body surf a wave you were certain you could handle. You're confused and disoriented from the crash but more than that, you're baffled as to how you messed up so badly. That's how I felt today. How could I have been so wrong? How could I have thought this was what I wanted? Was I crazy? Should I just go for it? Was I just second-guessing myself because I was lazy and didn't want to do the extra work?
But as hours passed it became clear to me: I cannot study abroad in Japan. It isn't for me.
And when I realized that, I felt a huge weight lift. I wasn't chasing my dream, I wasn't doing something daring and cool. I was taking the safer route, I was staying home, but more importantly than anything else, I was choosing.
I love Japan. I would love to visit it someday. I would love to spend time leisurely exploring Kyoto, learning about Shintoism, visiting various temples and zen gardens, walking through the foothills and getting lost in the mist. In fact, I would love to visit Kyoto this fall.
Some dreams aren't meant to be realized, though. Some are meant to be chased, observed, and abandoned. Some are meant to die. And some are meant to be remembered as learning experiences, because they weren't what they seemed to be.
And that's ok.
Because that's what choosing is.
You can only live one life. You can only meet so many people, do so many things, and visit so many places during that time. In order to make the most of your allotted period on earth, you must strategize your stay to be efficient and meaningful. You can accomplish this by the power of choice. In a sense, it is the only power a human can have. The power of choice; the ability to make life-altering and often irreversible decisions. That is what it is to live.