Nothing matters but people. Everything else is just stuff. Movies, school, cars, food, the weather, trees, it’s all just stuff. None of it matters. All that matters is raw, true emotion. The kind of emotion that comes from a deep meditation of the mind. The kind of emotion that happens when you’re doing what you love, in my case, singing.
Everything is just a huge pile of distracting bullshit. Everything distracts you from living life for real. We’re all, myself included, too worried about being offended and not worried enough about enjoying life. Who cares if it’s too cold for comfort. Who cares if you don’t have a dinner table. Who cares if you don’t have time to eat in the morning. Who cares if you have a headache. None of that stuff matters. You’re not going to remember any of that when you look back.
I’m sick of everything being so goddamn perfect. I want some imperfection! I want mistakes and troubles and struggle. I want to remember having to overcome huge battles instead of remembering that I didn’t eat toast this morning.
All I want is to feel alive. I want to be excited.