Because all along, it was more than just getting a job. It was always more than that. It meant like dreams could come true if you worked hard enough. It meant that you could do something you love, something you were very good at and make a living out of it. Because this feels right. Like I was meant to do this all along. And even though its a very small step, its a single step in the right direction. Maybe this was why I took it that hard. Felt like decades to me. Maybe this was my first taste of having my dreams crushed. Enough of that, right now this years christmas ending in 2 minutes and this year's ending in 6 days' time. I had enough of this year. The cycles I went through. The insane roller coaster rides. The quagmire I was always stuck in. All this stupid friendzone shit and crap. Screw legalism. Screw the way that things are meant to be done. To heck with what other people think. And the way that they think you should do something this way or that way. It's a brand new start for a new year and I'm moving on. Work hard, play equally hard. Time to fulfil more dreams and leave the past behind. Oh, by the way God, things could never return to the way it was. Some things that were done can't be undone. Happy birthday, Jesus and to my lil' brother. Loves of my life. She's right anyway. Someone who is true and an angel at heart. I'll be waiting.
Merry Christmas.
Even so, this could possibly be my best christmas yet.
On a unrelated note, we deserve much better.
Seriously, bitch please.
"I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success in uncommon hours."- Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)
Spending the last few days of total freedom with the people I love before I embark on a new phase of life.
I'm slowly climbing out of this valley I'm in.
Thanks to all those who were there for me.
And for being the one thing I needed the most when I was at my worst and lowest point in my life. Just a friend.
In Washington DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, a man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After about four minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule. About four minutes later, the violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. At six minutes, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. At ten minutes, a three-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly. At forty-five minutes: The musician played continuously. Only six people stopped and listened for a short while. About twenty gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32. After one hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all. No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music. This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities. This experiment raised several questions: In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? If so, do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context? One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made… How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
