Stop & Smell the Roses

When the hell are we going to start living for something more then power, success or fame and fortune? In todays society very few people actually sit down for a second and realize what the hell all this shit is leading to. If you went out onto the street and asked 10 people what they are trying accomplish here on earth none of them would give an accurate response. We cannot take pride or take joy in anything anymore because everything we do is in light of another goal. We do our schoolwork to get into college, we get into college to get a good job, we get a good job that we hate so we can support a family and get retired, and then when we are retired we get sick of that just get too old too fast. There has to be a point in there where we as soceity ask where is this all going. Not a list of goals per say but just and idea of what makes our time on earth worth it. We need to get up and spend more time doing things that are going to make us happy now, that our going to change someones life or everyones life. We need to get passionate about something and start doing it. What if we never wasted a day, never gave up on something we cared about. We slowly forget the things that make us feel alive, the things that make us who we are in light of things that accomplish the "greater goal". The light of the things that we believe are necessary for us to do. I say lets cut the bullshit and live each day not like its our last but like it means something. So in the end when we do give up this right to live we can at least say we did it with style, our own style and not look back and say who was I. You need to be able to look back and at least laugh a little, because it was a good ride.

Old Random Thoughts

CM

This is just an excerpt of some stuff written last year in a 3am daze. I thought it was worth putting up just to get some of it out there because I can say that it is very real.

I am very unsure about my future. This time off has brought to light many problems that I have refused to examine in the past. With hours to think old nerves and walls appear once again. These are the things that can stop a man from really living, fear to let go of what you think is right and wrong. Fear to live outside ones comfort and outside ones mind. Once one can admit fear, accept fear, and test the fear and at least try, then they can say they have lived

When I think about what makes me roll out of bed in the morning, what keeps me moving even when i can understand why, I realize its not a personal drive. Its the people that really care about you, the ones you go to when you need to laugh, cry, or just blurt out whatever you wanna say. The people who it doesn't matter what you say to them because they will always make the conversation worth it, the ones who in one line can make your whole day, those are the ones you keep close. Everyday a thought will pass my mind and it will make me feel good about everything and that makes it easier to be alive. "Happiness is only real when shared" and its all about who you share it with. You can be without family, without money, without a job, or even without faith and friends can always keep you center. They can keep you thinking, feeling, laughing, crying, and always they can make you a better person. You feel responsible for them, you begin to care about something other then yourself, you learn to love and your learn to deal. Friends can teach you and give you the world, you just have the find the right ones.

Hi, How Are You

CM
Daniel Johnston, the close to insane man who wrote about the Devil and Casper, who achieved his highest fame while in a mental hospital made famous the shirt Hi, How Are You, where the title of this blog comes from. His songs and his style were both original and sometimes very far out there, but they all held similar themes and a unique style. I hope to replicate that here in blog form and put together not just incoherent ramblings about my day to day life but something that will,hopefully, eventually be something someone will actually be interested in. Ill try my best to keep themes and some sense of a small grasp on reality. I cannot promise anything though, so here we go I guess because Albert Camus once said "The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself". Its scary that I am now your savior....think about that .