A huge part of being a millennial (specifically a late millennial i.e. person in their early 20s now) is to have a series of diverse marketable skills to fall back upon. The majority of us will not see the financial security that our parents and grandparents did. Those of us seeking work of passion instead of convince certainly won’t see financial security. Thus, the backup plan is vital.
Be it copy writing, teaching music, or fixing cars having a plan B (or plan C) for when things don’t quite go the way you planned is vital. If we have a fallback occupation we are able to stay afloat for longer and continue working toward our dream jobs.
Therein lies the importance of having a diverse and multi-interest life and education. Not only does it save us from getting burned out; those interests later prove vital to living a life of passion in the post-capitalist world.
All writers at some point must succumb to the concept that a healthy amount of what they write is rubbish. Some days there is a little magic in the air and brilliance pours onto the page (and those are the days for which we live) but most days are tough. Slogging through wordy drivel most of which is subsequently thrown out or, worse, published to public dismay. As writers we must accept the fact that, if not most then, much of our writing is bad writing and either give up, or move past it and work harder.
Volume is the key. Just like any other game of chance, by writing more often the luck of a good piece coming out is better. And like gambling the same thrill comes to us when we strike it lucky. We become addicts for that thrill and pursue longer and longer odds to try and find it. The good news is that we aren’t immediately impoverished by gambling with words in the way one is when gambling with coin for really the only thing we spend on our obsession is time. If we have time to spare, there is no real loss.
So the message of this post is merely this: do not view writing as the sort of highbrow activity that countless magazines claim it to be. View it instead as an odd form of addictive gambling that occasionally produces beauty, then continue gambling, chasing that beauty.
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An eerie bone-chilling cold comes with the fall wind this year. This anxious spookiness howls at us. Maybe this wind has come in falls before. Maybe this is why so many ancient cultures celebrate the spirits at this time for there a breath of the dead in this wind. The frantic mumbling in the breeze is not a spiritual visitation, though. I think it’s a premonition of a hard winter. The wind seems to know something we don’t and, agonized, it moans to us through the dying leaves. It is coming, it says.
Everyone feels it, even if they can’t put their finger on the cause. They pull their jackets closer and take extra care when crossing the street because something within them notices the warning in the fall wind and projects an uneasiness. The shops open a bit later than usual. Their owners peek from their doors fervently expecting something, they know not what. Only dead leaves travel the streets. No one drives out of respect for the eerie crispness allowing the leaves to rasp their message to us. It is coming.
Winter will come. And with it a silence. The leaves will be muffled under the snow. But for now we clutch our warm drinks and listing the hollow whisper outside. It is coming.
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Spurred on by a desire to further connect with my long-distance girlfriend, we have begun video blogging. Barring any more setup, here it is:
I often hear the word “faith” thrown around in religious contexts. But faith is not in a deity. The deepest experience of a certain explicit trust that only be described as true faith has always been found in family and close friends. Those intense relationships with fallible people — that is true faith.
To be busy, it seems, is both a good and bad thing in life. If a person is busy it means they are doing things, and doing seems largely importing to this “living” business everyone is caught up in; however, being busy implies one has no time to relax and, judging by how popular the idea of taking a vacation is, relaxing is also good. So which is it? is busyness good or bad?
Probably, as with most things in life, the goodness of being busy does not conform to a simple binary construct but instead is annoyingly complicated, filled with moral, ethical, and scientific grey areas. Good rule of thumb, though, is to find a kind of busy that feels like leisure. In other words, do work that restores the spirit rather than tapping it.
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Since the blog has just returned from a hiatus, I figure now is a good time to do some evaluations.
I’m wondering in which direction this blog should go. I’m tiring of the current format and material for it is running low for it as well.
Also, I am exploring adding regular video content to this blog as my life seems to be heading in a more video-oriented direction. Perhaps, a weekly vlog will make a nice addition to this space.
I suppose I’ll sleep on it and make a decision in the morning.
As creatures of failure and feelings, the world gets dark sometimes. We as humans can create the most awful of circumstances for ourselves and each other. This is no symptom of evil, though — no indicator of a deeper inner-darkness. No, these horrors we create are merely human errors whether or not those that commit them acknowledge it, and, as with any errors, they will be corrected in the end.
The trick in these times of terrifying human error is to keep going with the knowledge that it’ll be okay. No matter have bad it is. It’ll be okay.