Fame

In some capacity, I believe we've all desired to acheieve some sort of fame. Who hasn't dreamed of becomming a musician or an actor, an artist or a dancer, or even become famous by being the absolute complete opposite? I believe our culture and society breeds us this way- to constantly be in search of the next crazy invention like Velcro or a mindlessly brilliant story line like The Hangover. The real bitch of it? We can't achieve it by ourselves. No matter how fantastic we all are inside our own heads, we technically are worthless unless someone else realizes it.

So, we all go around trying to prove ourselves. I can draw better than anyone else! I can sculpture the hell out of this piece of clay! I am the best harmonica player this side of the Mason-Dixie! Do we practice to be great? Of course. Do we practice to be great for our own personal satisfaction? Not until we have acheived the fame we've dreamt of our whole lives.

The unfortunate part is that very few people actually live the way they want. There are all these rules and guidelines that we are supposed to follow: Go to college, earn a job, make money, raise a family, complain about your job every day until retirement, retire, finally get to do things you never had time for before. Do it in order- you must do it in order. Do you know what I say about that? Fuck order.

I want to live my life so ass-backwards that people have to stand on their heads just to see things from my perspective. I've never been one for conforming to rules; I feel like they were only created to seperate the spineless from the rebels. I've never been one to do what is socially acceptable or expected of me. Life's no fun that way.

So, do I want to be famous? Probably not in the same way as most people. I don't want a fancy house with a view of Hollywood Hills. I don't want a chauffeur or a chef or even a clothing line that kids in sweatshops slave over 20 hours a day.

I want to write a book.
I want to own a bookstore.
And, I want to constantly live my life red-lined.

And if that makes me famous, then hell yeah; sign me up.

I am...

I stand with my feet on the ground, but my head in the sky. My mind is constantly turning, trying to think of ways to become better, faster, stronger. I have fantastic ideas to change simplistic things, and have developed complicated paths to bulldoze fundamental roads. I'm a dreamer.
There are things in my life that I have always loved: sunsets, fireplaces, the color black, dreaming, and I must not forget about books. Oh, how I love books. Their ability to transport you to any place and time, to arouse your inner gladiator, to whimsically challenge your every thought...
I don't know how to follow rules; I never have. I do things my way, or no way at all. I'd love to stick it to The Man, to tear down the platforms that politicians and robots stand upon to preach their squabbles and squeaks. I am my own person; I live inside my head with me, myself and I. I am unconventional.
I don't believe in chance or coincidence. I think those are common words to describe a fantastical twist of absolute fate. I go to sleep each night knowing that I have been afforded my life because the universe conspired to give it to me. The stars and galaxies got together and decided that right now, in this very moment, I will exist. I'm blessed and thankful, and a true representation of an abundent universe.
For all these reasons and more, I simply am. I breathe and move, write and read, teach and learn my own self. The only way out is through, the only way up is down, and the only way to live is on a whim...

Ain't that a bitch...

Just me and the open road...

When I'm on the back of my bike, nothing else matters. My problems, worries, incompetencies...they just simply do not exist. My autonomy is my only companion, and my heart is my only instinct. There are no distractions or detours, not when you don't have a planned route. The pavement passes under my feet and retreats behind me, into where I've just come from, to where I'll never return. Time has no meaning when no one's paying attention. I'm out for the ride, for the rush, for the greatest pleasure I have ever known- life.

“We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years. ”
-George Carlin

So, what's been going on lately?

Well, I am finally following through with my lifelong dream of being a writer. I started a freelance business (see: details to come later) and have been putting a lot of time into that. Last night I birthed my own Web domain, so that was pretty exciting (and surprisingly didn't hurt that bad). I can't seem to get anybody to hire me with this GOD FORSAKEN economy, so I created my own job. And, I think I'd be a pretty cool boss, so there's always that...

I am in the process of making my last car payment. Again, may not be that exciting for you, but TOTALLY AMAZING for me! I have been paying on the 'ole Clipser for 5 years and now that beat-up piece of shit is all mine! Oh, the Glory!

I discovered Channel 131 and my mind has been blown that I no longer have to go to the theater to see brand-spankin' new amazing (see: embarassing chick flicks) movies; I can watch them from the comfort of my couch, on my flatscreen with my surround sound. HEAVEN!

I've decided that I'm going to take up mountain biking (see: not right now, but in a few months, silly). Wierd, right? We don't even have mountains here, but I like nature and my motorcycle won't off-road, so I'm left with this. Unless I get a 4-Wheeler, which has always been a lifelong dream of mine. Keep your fingers crossed!

Sadly, that's about it.

A Little Sign From Above:

Ok, Ok. Geesh! I get it, God! I'll be a writer!