May I Please Have Some More?

There are 365 days in a year…quite a few if you come to think about it, or maybe you think it’s not very much at all. Every year, we all (technically) age. We all probably meet new people. We all learn new things. We all experience new things. Yet I must admit, everyday seems pretty similar to me. A good proportion of things I do everyday are basically the same. I sadly wake up, get out of bed, wash up, eat food, sleep, sit here on this computer, listen to music, watch movies/t.v., and etc. The times are the same, the numbers I mean. The bathroom is the same. The food quite often is the same repeated sequence. My bed is the same. There are plenty of things that are the same. Each day. Year after Year.

There are plenty of things that change though. Habits can surely change. Maybe after a while you’ll go through your day a bit differently than you did before. Usually though, you don’t really notice it. It just kind of happens. Something big can happen to someone’s life. A death, an affair, a loss, any number of things. These things have the power to rattle someone’s life, but, they’ll eventually get used to it. If not, they’ll learn to live with it.

It seems you leave one cycle just to reach another. A cycle of cycle’s. Never ending…
Not to say that is a bad thing. Perhaps some people thoroughly enjoy their cycles, and the subtle changes each one brings. But I’m sure the majority of us people wouldn’t exactly call ourselves content or happy. Some of us are willing to something about it, others, not so much. Eventually though, with whatever we are dealt, we learn to live with it.

(generally at least…or at least I hope so, because then this all would be a big con)

-digitaldelay

Glass Against My Face

Are simple things really better? People say that the best things are things that say what they mean using the fewest amount of words, or images, or etc. The things that are the easiest to take in, the easiest to understand, have the most meaning and resolve in them: but is this really true? Can something so simple, so easy to make, mean more?

Or do the complex things give off more. They are the things the connoisseurs can enjoy and applaud. The things with every ounce of detail and intricacy you could care for, even with little parts that most people wouldn’t care about, or won’t even catch. Are these things, the ones that take you a second to take in and to develop your feelings on, better?

Is the complex music video better than the strikingly simple one? Is the song with fewer parts in it better than the one with sparse parts? Is that magnificent piece of art better than a hugely plain, but beautiful, one?

There’s the whole DIY argument, the whole indie, lo-fi thing. They hate overproduction in music, hate having things be done for them that are too complicated. If you can do it yourself, why not?

At the end of the day though, does it really matter? As long as the end product works out, is it ok? Does the ends justify the means? As long as what you get from it is great…who cares…

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Do the things you do reflect who you are? The music you listen to, the way you play tennis, the guitar you want, the way you act, the way you speak, does it really say something about who you are? I don’t mean the simple things; like that person doesn’t talk much or anything like that. Can they really mean something a little deeper than something on the surface? Can they give an insight into who, or what, someone truly is?

Is it true that, if you never explain your problems, then people will never see them? People can’t guess something, and if they do, they might not be entirely sure about it, especially if it has anything to do with something that’s important to them. Either that, or they’re just arrogant and brash.

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Are you really that different from other people? It seems like people always say that their job just sucks, or they’re life isn’t exactly going the way they want. Is it true that that’s probably going on for a lot of people? I mean in no way to say that one person’s problems are bigger than someone else’s, or someone’s is useless. Everyone’s problems are important to one person, that person is the most important person regarding that problem, and it’s themselves. People like talking about themselves, they like to talk about the things that are important to them.

Whenever things aren’t exactly going my way, I always have this little period of time, where I just start to reflect on my life. I just kind of lie down, or relax, and think away. They’re usually not exactly great thoughts either, nothing that will bring joy definitely. But I always try to tell myself that everyone has to go through stuff, stuff twice as worst as my stupid obstacles. I try to tell myself to just walk it off, after an hour or too back in the real world, I’ll be fine. But it’ll come up again anyway…

should i stop?

or have i never started?