Hiatus, hiatus. This will be. Important. Hopefully. About a few things. It may be choppy. I can’t force myself to do this everyday like everyone else.
Regardless. Rather terrible time I’m having. It’s a good time, but the time? Oh time is… evanescent, so to speak. Imma reroute to the root. Oh how I rend homophones.
So. I’m sitting around sometime in Summer, doing trivial things, as things tend to be in Summer. And I realize. Maybe I want to go somewhere. It’d be nice. “Oh he went to X, he must be rather intelligible!”. Why not? I realized, meh, I don’t try nearly hard enough for that! So I gave birth to this brainchild of mine, with intentions of recording and sharing my ideas upon self improvement, and the occasional rant. Determination was setting in. A little. Academics, they should take some priority. It’s what I’m falsely renowned for, after all. If it was all like sophomore year, I told myself it would be alright. I’d like do better, I only needed to do a little bit better.
Junior year hits the scene, and honestly, I’m currently in awe of how much the school system has failed me entirely. School has always rewarded the the android-resembling ‘model student’ : half machine, half try-hard. The ambition coursing through their circuits synchronizes with their unoriginal mimicry perfectly, a rather beautiful discord. They surely impress much more than myself, but I got by rather respectfully, in years prior. Junior year hits… what the tits. Everything I had observed by abiding to the rules of establishment-ism, which I followed like a bible, is reversed. In the most future-defining year of life and… yeah. That’s all there is to say. The gears aren’t quite turning the way they used to… So. This brings me to some more theory…
Adolescence. Everyone bawls about their lives; society has grown to blame things like hormones and immature minds. But it’s all a hoax. Over the years, since birth, entertainment and fun has held priority. Children were heralded for their ‘natural potential’ but nobody pushed to excel. Then we’re immersed into a world dictated by effort and how much one can resist the temptations of a good time. Suddenly, in search for a balance between fun and work, we’re entangled in a world of drugs and alcohol, intense highs to compensate for some prolonged lows. Occasionally this leads to some rather wasted life. But sometimes, it doesn’t quite go as it is perceived.
Even more theorymon-ing. So. It seems the world has a split into a few categories. Try-hards are generally constituted a category of success, while others achieve a lackluster status, spanning from your average housewife/husband to one of those drug-obsessed teens that end up in the twilight zone (face it, nobody actually knows what happens). But. Could it be that the world is backwards? Hear me out. What does the world need now? What did it need in the past? Were people that could learn well ever prized in the eyes of history and achievement? Or is it not those who invented and discovered that are celebrated today?! Learning has very little to do with the epiphanies that truly advance the world; in fact, I can only imagine it takes some intuition and creativity to stumble upon said eureka moments. But many people that are graced with the acclaimed straight-A potential lack these qualities, these qualities that cannot be learned. Oddly so, most those who are admired in there early years fall obsolete, by this logic. Sure, they may grow to earn six figures in the job of their dreams, but this isn’t really how I measure success…
An innate sense of innovation combined with the means of some mysterious, unnamed force is the only guarantee of legacy. However this force, so elusive, can only be attained by very few. I can’t categorize it at the moment… It may not even exist so mysteriously as I make it out to. To me, it exists as that subtle, reoccurring ’Flow’ (with lack of a better term). Just the overall quality of being completely awesome in every way. Awesomeness can only take you so far, but Flow can take you anywhere.
It’s all so complicated, but so simple.
Fairly lit words fall upon Fear’s morning slumber. But alas, solely an alluring range of existence treads upon this risky battleground, while others flee in Fear’s erroneously intimidating presence! Could not all be so venturous to remain steadfast as Fear barks and growls, so that it whimpers and howls? Or does in only an elitist lie… this audacious charge…