The Curious Case of Life
I find myself putting this off more and more lately. When I do finally seem to get around my digital word dump, it tends to be that of a quick assessment of personal items disguised as frustrated emo jargon. I need to schedule reminders that the goal of this is enjoyment and polishing an age old craft, be it an updated version from the quill and parchment. This new year is already testing me, which is proving my theory that it will indeed be an interesting one. The past six days have already felt like weeks and will only turn into extended periods of exaggeration until I start working somewhat regularly. I think in that sense this industry ages people prematurely. Whenever my father was in between construction jobs, he would drive my mother crazy by rearranging his office or truck for the umpteenth time that year. He couldn’t stand to stand still. This explains my ever growing need for change in times of staleness. It’s a good thing I chose the profession I am in. Creating a different visual experience every time should provide me with plenty of opportunities to thwart off boredom. Now if I could just find a way to keep the bills at bay I would be set.
Watching the Curious Case of Benjamin Button brought out an already existing realization that time is going to keep moving in the same direction no matter if you want it to or not. You can choose whichever path you want but eventually they all end. This just always makes me question whether half the decisions in a lifetime matter or if each one just puts you on a temporary detour to the same outcome. Obviously this doesn’t apply to the more life changing decisions but it seems that the petty stuff could be interchangeable. That could be the reasoning behind the phrase “don’t sweat the small stuff” but it begs to wonder who we are to decide what is indeed small. All this sends my head spinning. It’s just another attempt at trying to mean something to others. Another way to connect. Another way to inspire.
You mean the world to me.