I can’t push myself to write everything I’ve been feeling these past couple of weeks especially with all my post-camp trauma. I’m convinced that I am slowly but surely losing my mind.
Oh well I’ll get around to my manuscript sooner or later. Now, I slumber.
Okay so it’s been a while (two-and-a-half weeks) since I’ve been able to update this. I’m short on time at the moment but new posts will be coming soon!
Oh and one last little thing that’s been floating around my mind for a while:
Maybe I’ll compose an essay in the near-distant future on my generation. I will call it, My Generation.
So my trip to Florida was pretty exhilirating, yet relaxing at the same time. I saw the prettiest dust storm of my life up in the air on my way home around sunset. Shitty plane ride. I’m a little ticked I lost one of my hacky sacks at the resort but I’m learning to let little things go. I’m roughly halfway done with Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and it’s slowly but surely becoming my new favorite book, or somewhere close to it. At first I wasn’t quite sure what everyone meant when they praised this novel, it’s just some guy hitching rides all over the place; no plot, no moral, no point in reading, right? Wrong. I had previously been intrigued by Kerouac’s Beat Generation and whatnot, but this novel is so utterly inspiring to me I can’t even put it into words right now because of the current state I’m in. I had some interesting and productive conversations with my mom while I was in Florida. I’m not sure where I’m going or what the hell I’m doing and I’m scared shitless, but that’s what’s beautiful about maturing. And though I’m anxious about the future, I’m also excited for tomorrow’s present. So I’m home for just a night, like Sal Paradise and his gang of beat wanderer-saints of the Duluoz Legend, and I leave for Anytown tomorrow. I’m trying not to think about it too much because I know I shouldn’t anticipate anything, but, needless to say, I’m stoked! I’m glad I got to see “home” for a short period of time.
A great Soul Rebel once said, “My home is in my head”.
And with that I conclude this long, little blurb.
“More often than not, when you get your hopes up about something, you end up being disappointed.”
Maybe I should heed my own advice every now and then.
Don’tcha just love how things always work out? Shooot..
Do I secretly enjoy Fall Out Boy? And Paramore? Oh, no… Thanks a lot Loaded.
Day by day, I find myself coming to new conclusions. I’m slowly but surely figuring out who I am and what I want to be, as well as who I want to surround myself with and who I don’t. This may not please many, including some who are important to me, but it’s my life and I’m the only one who can live it (uber cliche but it’s whatever). Each day brings something new and I’m discovering life and it’s nothing short of beautiful. I feel like a newborn experiencing a sunny spring day for the first time. I’m observing the way the sunlight hits the flowers as I lie down in the vast field. Observation is not just using one’s sense of sight, but using all of one’s senses (touch, smell, etc.) to create an experience that can be held on to for eternity, stowed away in the back of one’s mind to be triggered by some synesthetic incident years ahead of the time of it’s consumption. I have also realized that I can’t help but use song titles for my posts. Thank you music.
Oh, how packing just brings out the best in people.
I’ve come to the conclusion that what we need is a cultural revolution of some sort. As a matter of fact, this concept has been swirling around my thoughts for quite some time. It is unfathomable how sick I am of being complacent. We, the youth, need to take action now; establish a new countercultural movement, one that uses the youth movements of the 60’s as a precedent in order to apply such a radical attitude to the struggles us kids should be out in the streets fighting for. I say fighting, not necessarily using violence because that is seldom the most efficient method of accomplishing goals. But however we as a generation choose to do it, we need to fight for a new, just, society by first completely changing the way we think and act. I could go on for days about how apathetic my peers are and how the time to rebel against the norms and laws laid down by our parents and theirs before them is now, but blogging on this page that no body will ever read isn’t going to help my cause. This is just an outlet for me, that is all.
