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Love, Death and Robots/Lucky 13
Who I Am - Introduction
Have you ever lost something valuable? Something that you were so used to, something that you grew to take for granted? If you have, you’d understand the desire to fill that empty spot with anything that can somehow mend discontentment.
I guess I have.
I decided to start this Tumblr page in the middle of March, which was a time where school work was rapidly becoming a pain in the ass. Finals were coming up, projects were due, and on top of that, I accumulated quite a handful of personal problems that begged for my worry. But amidst all of that, one thing kept speaking to me, and it continued to point me back to a little treasure that I had lost.
Faith. Life. Art. Honesty.
You see those words plastered on this page, but to you, they probably mean very little. To me, however, it sums up joy. It sums up value: the intangibles that maintain harmony in my life.
Each word individually adheres to certain aspects of life, whether it be friends, family, love, music; it all captures a small snippet of living.
But it’s the harmony of every word that is my motivation for this blog.
Faith. My faith is defined by trust in God, through the work of Jesus Christ. I’m an undeserving Christian with an undeserving body of brothers and sisters.
Life. What is life? It’s a vague word that can define the breath in your lungs or the blood in your veins, but can also describe the moments of weakness when it seems humanely impossible to go on.
Art. I see art as something that moves you. Sure, art can be relative, but I believe the beauty of art lies in its capacity to take almost any form.
Honesty. Being real is a hard earned quality. I strive to be honest with others in the way I present myself, but I’ve learned that none of it really matters if I can’t even be real to my own self.
I give short, general definitions of these words in order to set up future entries on Who I am.
So what will I write about? What will I post on this page that will intrigue you? Well, most of that you’ll see soon enough.
But I guess in one sentence, this is what I aim for:
To find learnings and experiences that our life and world produces, and take a big step back in order to think about where we stand, and where we as individuals and a collective group will go from there.
This will hopefully take form in articles, music, videos, and photos. I will definitely address topics of faith, music, news, films, and things I find overall important or interesting.
After saying all of this, I guess you still don’t know about me. Well, that will also come later.
But I want to end with how I began.
Creativity equated to passion. It equated to joy. Throughout middle and high school, much of this passion was driven by my love for music. I found deep peace and satisfaction through writing music, and ultimately saw my identity take shape through those songs and melodies. Writing stories was also a love that I enjoyed through that time, and it made me desire for more and more opportunities to express my work, even if it was only for my own pleasure.
I guess I lost it. Somewhere in the transition from home to college, I misplaced my absolute need for this passion. I noticed it in small things like my lack of motivation to play my guitar or intently listen to music, and I slowly began to see a major deterioration of that part of my life. And when I finally realized it, I truly found an empty spot. I looked and saw the efforts I made to fill that emptiness, but ultimately those things tore like fragile canvases hoping to replicate a masterpiece.
I want it back.