Once upon a time, when I was a kid, young, optimistic, and earnest, I decided that I would leave a dent in the world. Maybe it's because of all those thick books I poured over during those long, hot summers when nothing really happened.
I was thinking what living was all about, bored out of my mind as I was. And I said to my self, I should make a splash. We don't live that long. Whatever worth we have can only be significant if it outlasts us. I need to enter the history books, somehow, if I were to live a fulfilling life. I need to be read about, like all those people I discovered in my own private library.
According to this standard, I resolved to do two things: either bag the Nobel Prize, or do something catastrophic. In my room, I skipped among dreams of revolutionizing the gaming industry, razing densely-populated buildings, finding the solution to world hunger, blowing a hole in the earth's crust, theorizing the practical benefits of black-holes, poisoning a chocolate plant, and many others. In those days, plenty of radical, risque, and bat-shit crazy stuff came to me--real crazy stuff, grade-A tabloid material.
And whatever they were, I don't know if I'm still on track right now, or for which kind of notoriety I am heading.
I remembered all this when, as of late, people I know have been alternating between pursuing their passions and getting run-down by life in general. Compared to all the things they had to go through, it seems I haven't been doing that much living, and has made me re-evaluate what I want in life.
I still want to be awesome, like, across-all-time kind of awesome. Even if I don't know yet how I'll get there, I just have to keep at it, keep laboring earnestly for the things I am devoted to, like writing, reading, wanderlusting, and friends--everything that comes with the joie de vivre package.
Anyway, I think I'll be happy enough if people remember me as someone who would build bookshelves for the books he loved, wrote stories about the people he loved, and made a splendid history of the time he spent learning to live and learning to love.
fapri said: they are generating something that's not a solution to an existing problem. And that something, and the sheer number of people participating in that ritual, is in itself a solution to the problem of a world
ReplyDeleteYou're right, though sometimes it feels like a room full of monkeys hacking away at a typewriter--myself included, haha.But thanks for the vote of confidence ^_^ I'll let you know if I'm detonating anything within your immediate vicinity.
For all the brilliance of our times, for all the exuberance of this world's people, there's always room to be outstanding.We've always been taught a variation of "google it" or "you're not the first to have this problem" or "someone else has a solution somewhere". That may be true. So can you really blame then people's tendency to be self-centered... Pricks(present company not included!)? "look at my video in youtube", "this poem I wrote is the saddest of all!"But out of all that Egocentric attitude comes a simple fact, and that is they are generating something that's not a solution to an existing problem. And that something, and the sheer number of people participating in that ritual, is in itself a solution to the problem of a world, which is supposed to have found a solution to everything.You've got it, you have the balance of channeling that creative energy and the determination to make a substantial contribution which will echo across time( and space). Can't wait what that will be!
ReplyDeletegelangenie said: I'll let you know if I'm detonating anything within your immediate vicinity.
ReplyDeleteSpreading around your awesomeness? Sure, I'd like to be splattered with that!