What's on your mind?Doesn't it bother you when your mind says something that your body doesn't agree with? Mine does too. I've been wasting away, now that I am back in Alamosa. I have read Ray Bradbury's Zen in the Art of Writing and have worked on a puzzle; that's essentially what I've fully accomplished. Yes, I have been reading a lot more than just that book, but that is the first one that I have finished thus far. The puzzle was completed today. My victory in the last couple weeks can be broken up into a thousand different pieces that I decided to put together only so that someday, it may be broken up and completed by someone else during another time. It is hard to talk to people anymore. Or maybe it isn't. I think that my problem stems from my fascination for mistakes and judgment. I am constantly searching for imperfections, contradictions, and error in each and every human that I keep meeting. It's like a switch that I just can't stop. It's as though Sir Arthur Conan Doyle decide to hand over his creation's perception. Though, instead of using that power to fight crime or solve ingenius mysteries, I am wasting them. I am meeting useless people that aren't worth my time to judge. I'm introducing myself to others in hopes that I can make a connection with someone, but it doesn't work in the way that I would like. I go into situations like that with bad intentions. The pit of my cherry brain has the stiffness of a pessimist with a membrane laced with optimistic tendencies. I want to be 9,000 things before I die, but I fear that I have too few seconds in my lifetime to get through each of those chapters I want to create, draw, experience, perform. I'm not sure what I expect with this; normally, I would post a journal like this on my secret blog that no one knows about. It's nice to go unnoticed sometime, but I'm making my way back. I want each of my functions working in synch with one another. Doing is living; I'm getting off of my lazy bum tomorrow and getting started with a little more 'doing' and a little less 'nothing' with my time and space. I can smell my atmosphere: there are faint traces of burning rose petals and the pulp of oranges. I'm living and loving, and I recommend you do the same. I would love to know how your day went. I want to catch up.
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I've been trying to be more productive lately myself...even if I am caught between a rock and a hard place. Today, I worked on a few projects, cooked, started another DMD writeup...but I feel like I'm not doing enough, especially when it comes to music (my own). Urgh, I'm getting emo...
Since school's over forever I'm basically doing nothing except meeting my friends and trying to enjoy the time we spend together until we trace our own paths. I'm SO unproductive and I'm not getting anywhere with what I do and that really makes me feel useless which bothers me. I'm kind of having a hard time though. But it's ok. I had a conversation with an old friend like, two weeks ago and from that day on my motivation to shape my future, to experience new things is back and I'm trying to come up with a plan for the next year.