So, the world didn't end (just incase you didn't notice). I think we all can agree this is pretty much a good thing. Listen, we all knew we were going to be fine and no one really jumped up to make any significant confessions. But you have to admit that, maybe only for a second, you thought of what you would say and to whom if by chance (or by Mayans) meteors were to start raining from the sky. Honestly schools been so hellish I was maybe looking forward to something interesting today. And honestly of you're like me you have to admit you might have loved an excuse to tell a few people how you really feel. What you really think of them. Or maybe... Well I don't know. Well I do but this blog, and however under read, is a bit to public for my liking.
Doesn't this make you think about about everything we're scared to do? To accomplish? Maybe it's a clishé but I have regrets. Everything I never admitted and never got to do. It's like my own world ends a little when I think about it. Instead of saying what I need to, I've channeled my heart and soul into a few paintings. And I'm proud of them. I'm actually so proud of them. I take what should be said and I show it instead. And I guess that works. Except the one person they were really made for can't know. I paint because "sad" can't begin to truly explain what my paintings can. Don't worry I'm not going ballistic teenage girl on you. I just mean sad isn't the word. It's hard to describe.
And yeah. But more than anything I guess the thought of the world's ultimate peril put my goals into perspective. What do I want my life to look like? And how am I going to get there. I will work as hard as it takes to get where I dream of being. And I'll always be here to tell whoever will listen about my road to glory and the amazing people who get me there.the world can't end untill there are a million midnighters. :) and It's going to be legendary.
happy we're all alive day!
-CS
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