So, I haven't accomplished much.
I know, plenty of years yet to do so. But I still think I should have SOME better accomplishment to my name then the ability to put cheeseburger in a bag and make fries and (For the most part) not stuff it up. When my draing challenge tald me to draw my most recent accomplishment, it was 'I caught the London Underground and didn't get lost.'
Foreign navigation skills aside, i've decided I should probably do something- you know, something I can be proud of.
So if people ask me 'Hey, what have you done lately?'
I can say, 'well I've done this. And it's great, and i'm really proud of it.' Instead of just saying nothing and wishing I had something to say.
That feeling of accomplishment is something I long for- Watching that Jessica Watson chick come home from sailing her yacht all around the world, it made me feel a little sad. She's only a few years older than me, and she's done something so huge, and she's accomplished something I will never in my wildest dreams be able to. I was happy for her, of course, but it made me wish I had something to show for myself, like she does.
A tiny boat went all around the world with her expertise.
And what did I do in 2010?
Well... Nothing. Nothing worth mentioning. Nothing I can remember. Oh, exciting things have happened! But I havent helped anyone, havent made a difference.
If I died tomorrow, nothing would change. If you died tomorrow, would anything change either?
Oprah, if you're reading this, you're probably the only exception to the rule. Never seen your show, but I hear it's great.
But what can I accomplish? What can I do?
As an artist, you're called to soul search on a daily basis. Bt I hardly think i'm worthy of being called an artist, yet.
However, in all this refelction, adn pondering, and trying to get to know myself, I havent seen any great skills.
Some people sing. I can't.
Some people lead. I can't.
Some people are brilliant mathematicians. I most certainly aren't.
Some people have talents so obvious and profound, they know exactly what to do with their life and how to use them.
I'm yet to find mine.
In the mean time, here's an excerpt from a webcomic.
'Serpent scales
And blood red blood
Dripping and spilling
And generally being unpleasant
For no good reason
What terrible houseguests
They ate all the mayo'
'Hey Aram, Why is Jeriah talking so funny?'
'He's reciting a poem'
'Oh. I don't think I like poems'
'Well, keep in mind, when I say "poem" I mean it only in the most liberal sense of the world. To say that Jeriah's writings are actually poetry is much the same as saying that tripping down a flight of stairs and breaking your collarbone is ballet.'
'What about that 20 minute speech he made comparing love to plate tectonics? Was that a poem too?'
'I don't even know what the hell that was.'
http://meninhats.com/d/20031203.html
