Follow your passions
To writers and those who believe: I have read before of writer’s that would pack up and leave to delve only into writing, reading, and sharpening their craft. I would wish that for myself but never thought I would have the courage to do so. Not very long ago something in me cracked, not a little crack, it was a force that broke me in two; completely shook me. I knew that I had come to breaking point with the life I had in general. So fucking generic, so corresponding with the system with exactly what is expected of us, no liberation, a abc schedule of work, school, sleep; without these things you in societies eyes fall underneath the category of “irresponsible” and if you do not do it immediately you are lazy and if you do not do it at all then “your screwed”. I have emerged so far beyond myself mentally that I can now completely see beyond that distorted perception. Life has become so digitalized, so technological, so inhumane. What is the purpose of school, to seek ones education? Most people graduate without a slim clue of what LIFE is. A person can so very simply seek knowledge outside of school. Getting a degree must correspond with the fact that you MUST make money in order to be happy and successful. What about the artists who do not want that? the free thinkers who want a simple life, money is meaningless and so is power. The void spans so deep that it literally goes into nothingness within nothingness. Recently I dropped out of school, quit my job, and bought a plane ticket out of Florida. I made the decision within minutes and am now packing my things. I bought over 50 books about 20 of them being collections of complete works over 1,000 pages. I am going to spend the next 5 months reinventing myself as a writer. I can care less as what society views it at this point and I am not going to let that affect me, I have all the time in the world to continue towards the path of getting a degree. For now I want to suffocate in words. I want to pour gasoline on my passion and throw a forest fire on it. I want to eat the sky and speak to the orange blossoms. I want to take it all in, in the mountains far away from everything. I feel like a new woman. A believer. A real dreamer finally. A doer. I have realized the heaviness of my passion and how I have yet to cradle it and treat it with magnificent respect, a companion I have not fully appreciated until now. I want to leave my mark in the poetic realm and in order to do so I have to prove myself to the laws of universe and break fabricated rules, tear myself down a few times and return from it all a fighter. Moral of the story is FOLLOW YOUR DREAM! do what you love and let nothing get in the way, as an artist one must take risks, knowing fully sometimes they will leave a scar and willingly accept that. Do not think it wrong because society has ingrained it in our minds to suppress our intuition and natural callings. Sometimes one must let their passions make their decisions for them in order to be worthy of the gift of passion and fire. To all the artists, wisdom, and knowledge seeker’s follow your passion!!!!
-Rune
