I have a dream...
that one day, in the near future, I will no longer have to stave off boredom by posting on my blog. That I will meet all of you, face to face, and talk animatedly to you about what I am thinking, instead of the dull image of my words that I am currently using to communicate.
How does one define selling out? I think it has something to do with taking money for something that you really don't want to be doing. I was considering taking my current place of work to the bank, but then I thought to myself, yeah, I'll have a bunch of money for doing next to nothing. Do I want to do this with my life? My one chance on this earf, to be sitting on my arse making other people money? I'm frightened of that moment right before I knock out for all eternity, thinking to myself - "WTF did you do? Are you leaving the planet better or worse off than you left it?"
I don't know if this is a remnant of my idealism. Because really, in the end, whatever I do here isn't going to make a shits difference to the planet or the human race. Not one iota. That being said, do I go against my better judgment and just start hoarding to make my existence right here and now better?
NO, FUCK THAT.
Also, is raisin' young 'uns a goal? I was reading some obituaries in the local Greenpoint paper the other day. A majority of them were either "loving parent", "loving mother", "loving/loyal grandmother/grandfather". So yeah, here's a big up for you, mom/dad, thanks for putting out your seed/carrying such seed, feeding me and shit, and not beating me. Maybe thanks for the inheritance too, all that hard work that you put in so I could take a vaca in the Bahamas.
I am too self-absorbed to consider this a solitary goal. I want children, (pretty badly actually - i am going to be such a good father - I have mad wisdom to drop), but I also want to accomplish other things as well, so my kids have somebody to look up to, outside of the literal aforesaid. All that wisdom ain't shit if I don't have anything (not necessarily meaning material) to show for it.
Keepin it moving,
CSP
How does one define selling out? I think it has something to do with taking money for something that you really don't want to be doing. I was considering taking my current place of work to the bank, but then I thought to myself, yeah, I'll have a bunch of money for doing next to nothing. Do I want to do this with my life? My one chance on this earf, to be sitting on my arse making other people money? I'm frightened of that moment right before I knock out for all eternity, thinking to myself - "WTF did you do? Are you leaving the planet better or worse off than you left it?"
I don't know if this is a remnant of my idealism. Because really, in the end, whatever I do here isn't going to make a shits difference to the planet or the human race. Not one iota. That being said, do I go against my better judgment and just start hoarding to make my existence right here and now better?
NO, FUCK THAT.
Also, is raisin' young 'uns a goal? I was reading some obituaries in the local Greenpoint paper the other day. A majority of them were either "loving parent", "loving mother", "loving/loyal grandmother/grandfather". So yeah, here's a big up for you, mom/dad, thanks for putting out your seed/carrying such seed, feeding me and shit, and not beating me. Maybe thanks for the inheritance too, all that hard work that you put in so I could take a vaca in the Bahamas.
I am too self-absorbed to consider this a solitary goal. I want children, (pretty badly actually - i am going to be such a good father - I have mad wisdom to drop), but I also want to accomplish other things as well, so my kids have somebody to look up to, outside of the literal aforesaid. All that wisdom ain't shit if I don't have anything (not necessarily meaning material) to show for it.
Keepin it moving,
CSP
