As far as I'm concerned life for me didn't begin until June 23, 2006. That was the year and date I was born. Confused?
You should be, that was the year and date I graduated.
I was never fond of school, especially with the naziish foundation that the board of ed. formed their system by. I didn't learn shit and I wasn't really interested. I had my few exceptions as I'm sure everyone else has, but when most of my friends, or former, state, "I wish I could just go back to high school." I laugh in their face.
For some of you high school is and will always be the best time of your life, and I'm sorry to hear that.
With a world of opportunities, the fact that most of my generation still dwells on the past and wishing things were like that again is a sad, sad realization.
Granted, it could be the fact that I never attended those cliche' high school rager's that all the cool kids were going to, or never got the hot popular girl, but I still don't wish I could go back and do it again or different. I'm a far better person for the mistakes I've made and a damn proud owner of a unique mind.
And I'm only 5.
Get it yet?
If you do then congratulations,
here's a cookie.
Life is a cover up until you graduate high school, even if you go off and attend college. When it seems like time is flying by, that's because there isn't enough time in the day for people anymore. We grow faster and faster, stronger and stronger, but overall in the heat of the impatience, we wind up losing our lives in a race to the top. At the end of the finish line only awaits a chariot, dressed in black with red roses pinned to the sides. The coachman beckoning you.
It's a sheer miracle that we move in such a flagrant motion because I'm sure anyone else who realized that they were speeding through a blank existence would fucking stop and smell the god damn roses.
I've learned more in my past 5, soon to be 6, years of being a quasi-adult than in my 12+ years of a so-called education.
They deemed us adolescent children all of our lives, because we are. We are never prepared for anything that comes knocking at our life, a flat tire, your first real job offer, the marriage proposal. It's all forming into one split second Hollywood movement.
Is there a happy ending?
No one can be sure.
But the grass still burns with a green passion that illuminates the eyes of the artist. Forcing him at a young age to await the teasing strokes of a thick black haired beauty to lay upon a desolate curtain that's been stretched to fill the void.
For those unable to grasp the imagery of that statement due to mass amounts of Reality TV, I rephrase it as GET OFF YOUR GOD DAMN ASS AND SHOOT FOR YOUR DREAMS!
If you want to be an accountant, do it!
Model, Musician, Teacher, do it!
Tranny, Judge, or Doctor, yea that's right.... I said tranny.
FUCKIN' DO IT!
Oh yea, and get off that stupid ass cellphone, unless that's how you're reading this.
I've climbed mountains, I've been west, I've done (and may still do) drugs, I've performed infront of 50 people, Met great people, Lost decent friends, ate exotic foods, had sex with some beautiful women, loved lost and mourned, kept music in my heart, kept to a road less traveled on, Seen the world from on top of it, Saw the ocean in the heat of night, wrote a novel, wrote a life, became someone I don't hate looking in the mirror at, and devoted my life to my dreams.
I'm fucking 24 years old and I've lived a life that no one else can dream, because it's true.
I have aspirations of something more than becoming a hometown hero. Is it a bad thing to be one? Of course not, but it's just a damn shame to seem some people waste such potential and give up hope or decide they're comfortable being an average joe. There's room on this globe for those of us to shine, to become the things we envisioned ourselves becoming, and to pour your heart into what it was meant to beat for, to live.
And not just be a still-beating entity but be a motioned one with drive, goals, and a sense of doing!
We can't take our money to the grave, our belongings, or even our loved ones.
But the one thing we take is our memories, and experiences.
E X P E R I E N C E it all.
1234Five Years Old
BTW the one thing i sucked at in school was punctuation and grammar so if you dont like it, suck it.
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