Back. Again. I was reading past blogs and I came upon the 2007 and the Great Beyond post...Christ it was whiny. Why would anyone want to willfully read that?! I sure as flying fuck didn't, yet did. But it did bring something to my attention: I whine...a lot. And it's bloody pointless!
Irregardless (heh), the blog did make me think. My outlook in that tedious, pompous, suffocating piece of written word was, for lack of a better word, shit (nope, that word works just fine). Yes, my outlook was bleak (I was venting and can you blame me [yes. yes you certainly can]), but I should have known that shit always gets better, no matter what the circumstance. All I had to do was take a look at my life now. It isn’t perfect, but that would be boring anyway. In the aforementioned blog, I complained about how I was alone and had no friends or band or girlfriend or some other bullshit, but things have changed. I’m quite happy with where I am. 2007 was not the best year of my life. I recall many periods during that year where I felt like a complete horse's ass. I’m glad to say that I haven’t experienced the best year of my life, and you know what (what, Lude? WHAT?!), I hope the best year of my life is my last. That may sound convoluted, and that’s because it is, but what would be the point to life if you had already experienced the best it had to offer? I say always search for something better, the best is never good enough! (I am currently teaching a pseudo psychologic therapy class at the school of life!).
What I am trying to convey is that people always come onto blogs to talk about how their lives suck, and that is the wrong way to go about things. People say that you have to get out your anger and frustrations and I totally agree, but telling the whole goddamned world is not the way to do it (that’s what stress balls are for!). I believe (and remember, my opinion is law) that people should come onto blogs like these to talk about beauty, to describe the everyday things that make life worth living. I know I sound like a yogurt commercial, but it is what’s going to make you feel better. What’s better, describing how pissed off you feel and only becoming more pissed off at being pissed off at the fact that you’re pissed off, or describing how you overcame that pissed off feeling? I used to be so angry with everything in my life, but now I just try to find some trace of beauty in the mad workings of life
That’s what I am dedicating my life to: beauty. I don’t want anything else. I doubt many people will ever read this blog but that isn’t the point. I want this blog to be a representation of who I am and who I strive to be. Not who I am when I’m pissed off. I’m still so damn young, and to believe that I’ve already met my only love or only friends is complete poppycock! I don’t mean to be preachy or pretentious, I just mean to be me (that's a bit redundant). That’s why I’m going to keep writing in here; I want to better myself as a person. And hey, if anyone wants to read the inane ramblings of a mad man, then they are welcome to do so.
…wow, that got serious….
Currently listening to: Torches by Foster the People
