Sunday, April 11, 2010

What's to come? (47/90)

I tend to think back sometimes to a time when I see myself as more of a boring, uninteresting, isolated figure. That I truly was. I never knew anything. I never bothered to talk to anyone. I never bothered to try anything new. I was always "invisible." It was until about when I finally decided that I was truly unhappy with myself that I began to make an effort to strive for a way of looking at this world in a different way.

It began when I started feeling so aggravated and so depressed with my uninteresting life, so I began to look for a new way to enjoy this world that I had come to loathe. So I started listening to music for the first time in my life. And I think I picked wrong for some reason. I picked punk rock. A style of music that would forever stray me away from the world that is pop culture in this stereotypical American way of life...... And now that I look back to that moment, I don't find it strange at all. My father's side of the family has always been so liberal, so artistic, so passionate about something and I guess it was finally my time to fit into their circle.

((((Me and my brother Erick were born with something "special" as my family likes to call it. At an early age, we exhibited signs of ingeniousness which lead to our family having high expectations for us in our lives. And yet to me, I never really seemed smart. In fact, I still don't think I'm smart at all. But in our family's eyes, Erick and I are the best. To quote simply, "Erick and I are expected to surpass all of those before us."))))

Recently, I've found myself being more appreciative of the fine arts.What started out with an interest in music has now flowed into the paths of photography, films, fashion, and even writing (my worst subject in grade school). I still believe I have so much change ahead of me.

I like to think that I'm still at that stage where I'm starting to come out of my shell. I'm a caged animal with limited mobility right now. I feel like I've gained too many interests in life that I can never find the time to do everything I want to do, but I still want to keep trying.

 I'll make it out eventually....

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