Friday, September 28, 2012

Humble Hampster

You have to die a few times before you can really live.”
~Charles Bukowski

A friend of mine once told me, “Water is like the most pure thing on earth.” I, of course, at the time objected, trying to explain to her about all the chemicals and bacteria that can be in water. She kept protesting, continuing on with how it is a form of honesty.
It wasn't until much later that I figured out what she meant about water that night. But that's for a different blog post... or maybe just a private diary entry.
I guess the point of that story goes on after what had happened that night.
We had been at a Modest Mouse concert. I with my friends and she, with hers. We met at Denny's and had a great night. It wasn't until about a year or so later, when we sat on the ugly orange 70's couch; a couch so defiled from sex, booze and drugs, yet we didn't mind, that we reminisced about that very night.
She told me something then: “I don't care how corny this sounds, but my favorite lyrics are 'Even if things end up a bit too heavy we'll all float on.' That song has helped me through so much, and that line just reminds me of everything I've been through and how I got through it. I lived by that line.”
10 points for guessing the name of that song.
I look back on it now, and I remember all the times that song would come on shuffle from someones iPod or phone, and she would make everyone get really quiet and then we'd all belt out that one line as loud as we could. Of course always ending up just laughing about how out of tune we were.
But it's true.
Sometimes things get hard, like this past couple of weeks, or f*ck even this year. Not only have I had my own personal struggles and battles with how I am living my life, where I am going, how it's all going to happen, but also with my friends, how we have lost friendships, even a friend in the process of finding ourselves. Ye that one line will always be the same, and always be true.
I might be trapped between the heartache of a romance that I know might never happen and if I want to be at school, and she might be confused on whether to drop out and “rub bitches.” But the great thing is, is that no matter what, I can look back on that moment, of pure tiredness, while she stroked the particles of water that ran down the cool plastic cup, staring at it and telling me that water was the most pure thing on earth; a glass full of pureness and honesty. To that moment on that god-awful, yet strangely inviting old couch, that no matter what we were going to face in our future, which ended up to be a lot, that no matter we would all float on.
Because it's completely true.
If you are ever having a bad day. Sit down, get a glass of water, put on your earphones and drown out to the simple melody of that song about a bad day that never went wrong.
And you know why it never went wrong?
That's right.
Because we'll all float on okay.

Monday, September 24, 2012

The Industrial Period


Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.”
~Nick Hornby

     It's that time of year again. School is in full swing, classes are starting to get more intriguing (or so we hope that they do), homework is getting more daunting, time is getting wasted by all of the many entrancing finds of the internet. Parties are getting more and more crazy, the inebriation of unversed freshman is getting out of control.
     I can look around and see that life has started, and either I'm missing it, through dreams of how I anticipate the things that are happening around me, or apart of it, skirting along the edges of everyone else. It is hard to figure out when I am stuck in a group that I am not sure I actually belong in.
     We are in the industrial period.
     The pillars of smoke are all gone, and old wood houses make way for the new steel wonders that touch the sky with cold hands. We all step out into the light and everything is new; change is in the air, and it beats down on our faces as we inhale the last bit of the dust from the ashes of the battles.
     Our bodies covered in scars and cuts from the year before. Some have healed, while others are imprinted forever into our warming skin: boisterous and proud, yet never giving us peace.
     I watch as my friends are all in their own buildings, on the top floors watching down, now, on the tiny speckled pavements. Working their own jobs and gaining their own money, and I see them, for once....
     Happy.
     And that makes me happy.
     The industrial period is upon us, we are becoming our own people, creating new things for us to enjoy and for once we can. For once the battle is no where in sight... for now.
     It is time for us to keep building and moving forward, becoming happier. Because for once in our lives things are going somewhat right, even if they don't seem like it at the time.