Saturday, July 26, 2008

Presents or Presence?

Passion huh? I remember watching a very popular show one time, awhile ago actually, and something that always rings is my head is that one quote "Not everyone in life will find their passion blah blah blah." I obviously don't remember the full quote.

But really, it comes to everyone eventually I'm sure. I mean it came to me and boy does it feel great. To feel so passionate about doing something and feeling the drive of getting better. Then after you've accomplished one level you drive to go to the next. It's a nice feeling, there's no limit to how good you can get. Really though, it doesn't matter where your passion lies. Everyone gets somewhere when they put their hearts into their own personal work.

And you notice it to, you can always pick out the weeds from the flowers. Anyone who has passion about anything will have their own swagger when they go about it. I know this one girl who dances, and she always makes it very sexy. (Well, sexy is the word I use only because it's one word and if you wanted more I'd give you a whole novel about it, trust me, I'm single and a male in the same mix. I would know.) But really, that's how she goes about it, she loves it. Most importantly though, she's got that sexy swagger when she goes about it.

Really, you can't attain this type of passion, this feeling if your always following in someone's footsteps. What's the point, it's not your swagger. It only makes your products exact copies. All because you don't walk the walk, YOUR walk. You walk someone's road, and it's impossible insert your heart into something evolved from someone's heart and soul. It isn't authentic. I mean yeah, it's nice to follow and be inspired by someone, however, there has to be some point in the road where you break off and start working on your own projects. Gain your own personal "swagger" and go about things the way you want, in the style you want.

So going back to the girl, she's so passionate about her dancing, she walks her own path with her own swagger and I KNOW she has followers. Whether they make their own paths or decide to follow is totally up to them.

It takes many to replicate, but only one to authenticate.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Sleep

Life is good.

However, life can be better.

I know this for a fact.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

So...Valorous?

I needed to write before I went to sleep.

I ended up saying "It's hard to find peace in your life"
You live life fighting your everyday battles, and then all of a sudden it hits you. Hits you like the enormous amount of bricks that would hit you if an enormous building just happened to collapse on top of you.

Existentialism settles in.

It's a heavy thought, knowing that your on your own when it comes to doing things. Feeling like you have to get up and then all of a sudden you're fearless. You're all of a sudden the valorous seed that must sprout and make it's own decisions. Choices are tough yet at the same time so delicate. So easy to make, but so hard to make. Two very extreme ideas, just combined into one. The intersection where the road always splits into two. How do we go about these things? There really is never a right or wrong, but, what's right for me?

Choices, choices.

There ain't nothing too tough for me.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

So she mentioned...

that I'm pretty brave posting these types of things. She's right, some of these are my deepest thoughts, the way they cross my mind and everything. I needed to put it somewhere, but, to put it somewhere everyone can see? Haha, I guess. It doesn't phase me. I just need an outlet sometimes, only because so many things run around my head.

They just need to be ousted somehow.

So, continuing with the "ousting"...

It's funny how people can get lost in things they love. It really isn't biased toward what it is, I mean it could be music, it could be writing, it could be dancing, blah blah blah blah. Pretty much so, it's unbelievable to know that these things, just never fail you. The best part is always feeling that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you think about how fun it is. Some say they're looking for love, but sometimes you never realize you're already in love. Hence, when your in love you can create.

Therefore...

You make "love" to your talents to give birth a new creation. Just like any proud parent, you take pride in your "babies". I mean yeah they do some kind of justice to you. Espescially when people say things like "Oh, I loved blah blah blah". Then in you keep in your head your thoughts, (for fear of being egotistical) "Damn, I'm the shit". Then thats where the pride settles in, people fall in love with your "baby". The love doesn't stop, it probably never will.

So don't stop doing what you love, and even more so, love what your doing.

When you pour your heart into anything, you'll get an audience that will feel, true love in it's finest form. Even though love can't be seen, or heard, or touched, we all know it can be felt. It's like a love story, when you get an audience at least. If you pour your heart enough into the product, then you'll get a product that "sells". This is what they want, they want to fall in love with your love story. Or at least, thats the profit from the investment.

I don't know, this just happened to cross my mind while I was listening to a song. Like I swear, you can feel the love that the artist poured into a song. Not for money, not for fame, but more like for love.

So that just goes to prove, talent is innate and it's loved.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Talent.

you're pretty damn interesting,

i can't get you out of my head.
the source of all controversy,
but yet the source of intrigue
do i envy? do i question?
or do i seek?

stop, i can't force it.
you'll come to me.
and when you come, you won't stop.
when you arrive,
you'll arrive with a "no remorse" factor.
and you'll bury me alive
there's no mercy for me
however, i'm gonna love you.

your kind of things,
don't take "prisoners"
you'll work me over like a diamond
apply pressure, apply heat
but once i come out, i shine.
you'll have me begging for more.
and, someday, you'll be mine.

so, "when does it end?"

it never ends, as long as you stay
so damn interesting.