06/08/10

only a few weeks left of being 25... then its 2 6 ...ugh still work part time... still live at home... still people barely care about anything our music has accomplished...but i have been moving(i hope forwardly)...but its coming to a point of why. If a man can only leave behind his legacy, how is that determined.. actions defined by life cause a man to be considered great...but our fragile little minds have been warped by TV to make us believe that our lives are made out of a greater purpose..but really?? Why? we are meaningless nothings in a vast blanket of nothingness...i feel like this is a defining moment of realizing that, yes life is nothing but our ability of freewill/choice and our ability of creativity and the outcomes of our actions, but also what meaning we put behind them...but all the meaning in the universe means jack shit if not a single person cares...ya its getting harder each day to make myself care due to the past experiences. our music is ours and is everyone elses who chooses to experience it, but it really seems like were drowning in a sea of mediocrity....and without desire @ what point do i just give up. emptiness is a shadow lingering closer with each day and i do what i can to keep it away i cant help the forces keeping us @ bay....