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There comes a time in every mans life when he needs to be able to look back on himself and accept what he has done. When he can accept his past and learn that there is nothing he can change about what is behind him. Only then can he look to tomorrow.
I guess, I have sort of had a revelation this weekend. It seems that each time I am left alone with for the weekend, I come to certain ideas. Perhaps it is not too different than what is said in Brave New World. That when a man is alone, he cant help but understand that there is a God. However, it has only been a month, and already 2009 is becoming a very important year. Yeah, like I always enjoy recapping, Wes and I are at MCAD now, a vastly different place from DSU. I have fallen from faith, and, rather quickly, rediscovered it. I have even seen myself grow quite a bit, even to an extent where I am probably different than I was even three months ago. There is probably a logical explanation for everything, like the fact that I have become religiously devoted to soaking up as many things as I can that I find inspiring. Although, I think that is something good.
I had originally had intended to pop up here and continue my rant that I had started lat week and I think I will, briefly, but my intent has changed. But, as I promised here I go: I think, that at the core of the artistic people that I have surrounded myself with, there is a similar influence. We all seemed to be triggered by some sort of music. As I usually am, my musical taste is very limited, because I do not hold time for music that feels pointless. You all probably know what I am into, but that has nothing to do with what I wanted to talk about. I think that the issue with the people who base any of their art on musical lyrics. I do this, I know, however, there are two types of fans; those that listen and those that hear. If you just hear it, you dont have any use making a license out of it. And again, an artist cannot take lyrics and slap them all over things and call it art. Maybe it is art, but it is not well prepared. There needs to be access to actual artists to also draw experience from. If something is going to reference music, quote it and give it a place in your universe. Do not allow yourself to cop out and waste someone elses musical and lyrical talent, by simply ripping them off. Take time to find a way to make the words your own, in appropriate situations. If you can summon someone elses words to emphasize a feeling or make a moment make better sense, then you arent misusing it, you are giving a part of yourself to it.
Back on track I guess I still needed to get that out. I am sort of having the urge to graduate. I want to make these silly things called graphic novels, however, since high school I have been rather obsessed with what Aldous Huxley called The Human Condition. I focus on myself more than anything, and it becomes rather grueling. I guess the reason I have ever wanted to write anything, or tell any sort of story is because I want to affect others. I want to somehow concern someone enough to inspire them, just as I have been inspired. Although, with a great concern, comes a great deal of uncertainty. I viewed something that moved me, and in its great words, We must go on living, living for today, for tomorrow, for the next day, even if it means living in pain. Those words from a man in a story, a man who, though the worst odds had the ability to grin and bear it, and pass a positive message to anyone he knew, even though wherever he went, destruction followed.
I think that like that man, I still have the urge to break out, even out of Minnesota, out to travel, to wander. I have found a possible publisher, and even that isnt enough for me to want to settle down. The traveler has to accept that he his constantly in motion, before he can even step forward. I think that after my time here, I still want to set off on my own for a while, but I want to see people, and see the world. I want to know exactly what is out there before I am too old to do so. It all still a day dream, but like the band that just wanted a tour and a rental van, I want to get out and show the world the few things that I have been given.
It might sound strange, but it all sort of flooded into me over the last twenty-four hours and I feel that it all lies on the path to eventually feeling content, and letting go of what is behind me and being able to look not just forward, but all around me. I know Ive done something wrong, all I know now, is Ive got to do something right.
There comes a time in every mans life when he needs to be able to look back on himself and accept what he has done. When he can accept his past and learn that there is nothing he can change about what is behind him. Only then can he look to tomorrow.
I guess, I have sort of had a revelation this weekend. It seems that each time I am left alone with for the weekend, I come to certain ideas. Perhaps it is not too different than what is said in Brave New World. That when a man is alone, he cant help but understand that there is a God. However, it has only been a month, and already 2009 is becoming a very important year. Yeah, like I always enjoy recapping, Wes and I are at MCAD now, a vastly different place from DSU. I have fallen from faith, and, rather quickly, rediscovered it. I have even seen myself grow quite a bit, even to an extent where I am probably different than I was even three months ago. There is probably a logical explanation for everything, like the fact that I have become religiously devoted to soaking up as many things as I can that I find inspiring. Although, I think that is something good.
I had originally had intended to pop up here and continue my rant that I had started lat week and I think I will, briefly, but my intent has changed. But, as I promised here I go: I think, that at the core of the artistic people that I have surrounded myself with, there is a similar influence. We all seemed to be triggered by some sort of music. As I usually am, my musical taste is very limited, because I do not hold time for music that feels pointless. You all probably know what I am into, but that has nothing to do with what I wanted to talk about. I think that the issue with the people who base any of their art on musical lyrics. I do this, I know, however, there are two types of fans; those that listen and those that hear. If you just hear it, you dont have any use making a license out of it. And again, an artist cannot take lyrics and slap them all over things and call it art. Maybe it is art, but it is not well prepared. There needs to be access to actual artists to also draw experience from. If something is going to reference music, quote it and give it a place in your universe. Do not allow yourself to cop out and waste someone elses musical and lyrical talent, by simply ripping them off. Take time to find a way to make the words your own, in appropriate situations. If you can summon someone elses words to emphasize a feeling or make a moment make better sense, then you arent misusing it, you are giving a part of yourself to it.
Back on track I guess I still needed to get that out. I am sort of having the urge to graduate. I want to make these silly things called graphic novels, however, since high school I have been rather obsessed with what Aldous Huxley called The Human Condition. I focus on myself more than anything, and it becomes rather grueling. I guess the reason I have ever wanted to write anything, or tell any sort of story is because I want to affect others. I want to somehow concern someone enough to inspire them, just as I have been inspired. Although, with a great concern, comes a great deal of uncertainty. I viewed something that moved me, and in its great words, We must go on living, living for today, for tomorrow, for the next day, even if it means living in pain. Those words from a man in a story, a man who, though the worst odds had the ability to grin and bear it, and pass a positive message to anyone he knew, even though wherever he went, destruction followed.
I think that like that man, I still have the urge to break out, even out of Minnesota, out to travel, to wander. I have found a possible publisher, and even that isnt enough for me to want to settle down. The traveler has to accept that he his constantly in motion, before he can even step forward. I think that after my time here, I still want to set off on my own for a while, but I want to see people, and see the world. I want to know exactly what is out there before I am too old to do so. It all still a day dream, but like the band that just wanted a tour and a rental van, I want to get out and show the world the few things that I have been given.
It might sound strange, but it all sort of flooded into me over the last twenty-four hours and I feel that it all lies on the path to eventually feeling content, and letting go of what is behind me and being able to look not just forward, but all around me. I know Ive done something wrong, all I know now, is Ive got to do something right.
As soon as things will go wrong, you'll blame it on God, or you'll think he doesn't exist, or you'll take his energy to make life more bearable. If you do think like that, you can never learn from your mistakes cause you'll always attribute them to something else, or think it doesn't matter cause you can be forgiven. Just be careful with that.
Perhaps I just complain a lot haha.