When I was in college, I hardly had enough money to eat. I certainly didn’t have the money to go on the study abroad trip to Tokyo that coming summer. I wanted to go so bad but the amount of money was astronomical to me at the time. That summer came and went, the fall semester started and they all came back with amazing stories of drinking at an izakaya, eating the best sushi, and getting lost under the neon signs of warm Tokyo nights. I told myself I’d go someday but I could barely afford a trip to the theatre to watch a movie about Tokyo, much less fly to Japan. Continue reading
“Learning about geography, languages, and culture is a waste. You should study business or something practical.” I’ve been told this in some form or another since high school. Since then, I’ve had no regrets. Continue reading
I enjoyed doing this post last year. It helps me see what I did and could have done with my year. Continue reading
It’s wasn’t long ago when a good friend of mine told me that his cousin “really looks up to you.” He’s much younger than I. Someone who, at the time, had yet to travel out of his country. “He wants to do what you’ve done.” This in reference to traveling the world. Unafraid to do so solo. Continue reading
Nostalgia hurts more than it helps in my opinion. I recently signed up for the family package for Spotify to share with my family. I definitely love it as I’m able to listen to music pretty much all eight of the hours I’m at work, the hours at the gym, and at home. Through the ebb of one artist, to the flow of the related, I end up finding myself on the beaches of tracks that were in my life at the times of horrible heartbreaks and breakups. Continue reading
As mentioned earlier, I’m reading The Stand by King. I’m really enjoying it so far. Characters are developing and the story is building up to agonizing critical and decisive moments. Good stuff. I also mentioned earlier, the book was purchased used and has probably changed dozens of hands since 1990 and couldn’t help but think about the plot of the book and how illnesses spread.
Now that I’m at the part of the book where paranoia is spreading as fast as the disease, I seem to have come down with some uncannily apropos symptoms. Sniffling, tiredness, and a slight throat issue. I detest being ill but in this case I’ll use it to enhance the experience. Is it life being pulled by the allure of effective art? Or is it merely the mind tricks of placebo?
I have a lot of respect for people that create things, put their art out there, whatever it is. To the writers, podcasters, filmmakers, videographers, designers, photographers, artists, painters, singers, songwriters, musicians, and all others who make things to entertain the world. Respect to those who create something and share it to little or no followers. I look around the net, on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, WordPress and others and respect the people that do it for the love.
You’re not how many followers you have nor how many “likes” you receive. Don’t be discouraged if nobody reads, sees, comments upon, or likes it. So to all of you out there, you never know how it will inspire someone that, somehow, some way, may in the future, come across your creation.