Friday, August 12, 2011

So much to be passionate about...

Rachel. Chase. Running. Oh Girl. Guitar. Acoustic. Battles. Seinfeld. Amy Winehouse. Tribe Called Quest. Finishing... The journey. Getting pulled in lots of different directions. I'd forgotten what this was supposed to be about. It's for me. Not anyone else. Not for approval (unless it's mine). Just for me. Me, me, me. Selfish. Read if you want to. Finish if you can stomach the self-aggrandizing completely selfish meanderings of a self-involved individualistic narcissist.

Mind explosion. Mind blank. Try to control it and find it escape your grasp. Let it roam freely and watch it return with even stronger fervor...

What? Is this what it's come to? Is this the result of being too overstimulated? 3 second sound bites? A lack of vision? An intense craving for now now now now now not later now?

What do you want to focus on? What do you need to focus on? What is more important than anything else in the world? What leads to the attainment of the maintenance of the pedestal position of that importance?

Why does it need to be so well organized? What is the message? Is having no message a message?

Who do you want to be? What do you want to do? Will who you are and what you do be connected?

Socratic method...

Who am I?

Husband, father, musician, athlete, employee...

You can make a difference, but it starts with remembering to make a difference.

There are moments I remember from the day. Moments that stick to my brain. Some worth remembering, most worth forgetting. Is anything truly worth forgetting? Should we forget anything? Why do we remember? How do we remember?

If it's not worth an opinion, it's not worth doing.

If it's not worth an opinion, it's not worth doing.

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