Friday, November 19, 2010

Last angry career/life related post...

Here I am at 20 years of age. My parents are no longer able to guide me in any sort of direction as far as career goes, and I am here guiding a young child with small but perhaps influential ideas on how to live her life. I am completely frustrated with my situation

The education system that I was given has brought me to this very important moment in my life where it is absolutely essential to find my passion, my “gift” and to pay thousands of dollars to spend the next 5+ years studying my “gift” in order to receive a paper that says to my future employers that my “gift” now is valid.

Well screw you future employers. My life is not worth your fortune. And my “gift” is just that – Its mine, and it is unique and is valid without the approval of university professors. AHHHH! Why do we do this to ourselves, to our children?

I am not ready to find security, whatever that means. “Get a good job” “Make sure it gives you the financial security you need” “do the creative things on the side”. Why would I want to live my life doing simple nothings for the good of no one, just so I can have those 3 hours after work and the weekend to do what makes me happy?

Why are universities given such prestige? They are just a large manufacturing business like any other. I’m not saying that I wouldn’t want to buy what they were producing… but it’s only because my mind is set to be a consumer…

I remember when I was in a competitive music festival when I was 12 or 13, and I had practiced my songs over and over, and I was truly content with the songs I was singing and the music I was making. When I went up to the stage I took a big breath and sang from the bottom of my heart, carful to make sure that the song would become something on its own. I remember feeling this really awesome feeling after the song was done, music is really cool that way… It hits you unexpectedly with joy.

When I was evaluated I was told that my posture was all wrong and I wasn’t properly shaping my lips. What the hell does that have to do with music? Does the wind blow in straight lines through the trees? Does water hesitate to estimate the fall before jumping off cliffs?

But this is how we function; everything must fit into a box.

Everyone must aspire to live their life in a straight production (opps) productive line.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

my brain feels like scrambled eggs (get ready to read a bunch of scrambled questions)

Let me warn you that if you are not in the mood to listen to my thoughts go a bit crazy like they usually do - then you might want to read this blog some other time. Its not really a "travel post" per say unless you consider "travel" an action that occurs in your mind and not on the ground.

Children are wonderful because they make mistakes. And they make a lot of them. Parents are stupid because they correct their children’s mistakes.
When you do something according to rules or guides or books, it is actually incredibly easy for someone to replicate. Whereas if you make a mistake when creating something, it is almost impossible for someone to create the exact same mistake. Isn't that what creation is about? Making something that has never existed before and perhaps never again?

In my search of my next path to take in life I have considered becoming a teacher. The only thing is if I do that, my role will be to teach people how do think, create or act like someone else. So after I learn the subjects in university I will regurgitate it back to the youth. Isn’t that a backwards motion? What does "educate" actually mean?

What annoyes me about myself and others in general, is that we are all looking for affirmation. As I am doing right now; (look at me - I'm writing a blog that is different and I'm hoping you find my remarkes interesting and witty)


When do we stop? when do we start judging the world for ourselves without the influence of society.

Does an artist truly create for his own pleasure? Or does he create to impress others?

And what value does the acceptance of others actually have?

In what moment of our lives are we truly unique?