8.5.10

hmmm...

so yo.

i suck at filling out cards for things like mothers day and what not...

on one hand, i feel like the shit i say is too cliche. and on the other hand, it really is difficult trying to find the words to express what you want to. it's tough trying to find a balance between those two.

i guess it's like writing a song. there's a need to be unique and accomplish something that only you can do, something that other people just don't do.

and i figured, hey, i suck at that. maybe i'm downplaying myself and being modest.

but really. i suck at writing about important shit. no, i take that back... it's hard writing about important shit. i don't suck at it. it just takes me a while.

the last, most noteably important-shit type shit i wrote... i think was the changing of seasons. the most important-shit type shit. writing without fear, not giving a fuck about who thought what about it. that's how you keep the sincerity. not being afraid of what others think of your work.

even, not being afraid of what you think of your work. because it's how you feel about it.

it's a liberating feeling, putting your vulnerable thoughts and feelings onto paper and into a mic and letting people hear that shit. it's like getting naked.

and yo, that liberation is the most exhilirating feeling you will ever feel. and then to see people nod their head in agreement... get swallowed up in the boom bap...

"wooord... i feel that."

then, the restless, waiting, sitting-around, when-will-i-think-of-what-to-say feeling is all worth it.

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