This is a poem written by Nic Bommarito who has pretty sweet music. His writing is interesting. This piece was written during his college years in University of Michigan. His work is pretty interesting. Check it out: http://www.nicbommarito.com/
Monday, November 2, 2009
A Simple Question
This is a poem written by Nic Bommarito who has pretty sweet music. His writing is interesting. This piece was written during his college years in University of Michigan. His work is pretty interesting. Check it out: http://www.nicbommarito.com/
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Live Today
As a kid, I've always longed to be an adult with the liberty to do whatever I want, whenever I want. Being surrounded by two older brothers, I saw how exciting things would be as I got older. For instance, I saw how much freedom came along with turning 18 and getting a driver's license. However, I've obviously aged and grown wiser - I hope. I've seen those days fly by and now I realize the misconceptions that I've had as a kid. Life does not start tomorrow, the monumental day you graduate from high school, or even when you turn 21. It started the minute you became conscious of your surroundings and able to make decisions for yourself.
It is a pity that so many of us sit around dreaming of the future. It is true that there are certain things you must go through before you can attain the ideal future. However, it is foolish to waste our time and let it rot as we daydream about what we could be. We should be proactive and take advantage of what we have around us. It's a shame that so many people I see struggle to make it through college and can only think of what they want to do once they get out. I don't think it should be that way. They should be doing what they love in college and when they get out of college, whether that be building things or changing the world. Understandably, some things may be difficult to start, but why should that stop you from doing what you love?
It is a pity that so many of us sit around dreaming of the future. It is true that there are certain things you must go through before you can attain the ideal future. However, it is foolish to waste our time and let it rot as we daydream about what we could be. We should be proactive and take advantage of what we have around us. It's a shame that so many people I see struggle to make it through college and can only think of what they want to do once they get out. I don't think it should be that way. They should be doing what they love in college and when they get out of college, whether that be building things or changing the world. Understandably, some things may be difficult to start, but why should that stop you from doing what you love?
Friday, October 9, 2009
Wanderers
Sometimes it's hard to know exactly what I want. Actually, it is always hard to know what I want We're so fickle as human beings. If only there was a checklist of things to do so we just start ticking off the boxes and saying this creates happiness, this makes me content. If only life was that simple. Or maybe if it was just a matter of rolling a set of dice, we'd all be happy cause we'd know that what we got was just a mere chance of fate.
As I was talking to one of my professors, he offered me a position in his lab. However, what mattered to him and what matters to me is what I want to do in the future? If I didn't intend to pursue a career in research, being in his lab would be a waste of my time and his - to a certain extent. Really, though, I'm at that point in time - once again - where I need to figure out my direction.
What do we want to accomplish? So often, we just wander through life aimlessly, hands stretched out in front of us reaching, grasping for something tangible - but really, we're just lost and hopeless wanderers - attempting to find direction. I suppose that's really what happened. I'm just a sperm that happened to wander in an ovary. I developed into a fetus who happened to wander out of my mother's womb and now here I am wandering once again. So what should I do?
As I was talking to one of my professors, he offered me a position in his lab. However, what mattered to him and what matters to me is what I want to do in the future? If I didn't intend to pursue a career in research, being in his lab would be a waste of my time and his - to a certain extent. Really, though, I'm at that point in time - once again - where I need to figure out my direction.
What do we want to accomplish? So often, we just wander through life aimlessly, hands stretched out in front of us reaching, grasping for something tangible - but really, we're just lost and hopeless wanderers - attempting to find direction. I suppose that's really what happened. I'm just a sperm that happened to wander in an ovary. I developed into a fetus who happened to wander out of my mother's womb and now here I am wandering once again. So what should I do?
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Singing Songs
I've never felt the same way before. Being packed in a room with 2000 people, there was an amazing sense of connection between everyone. We watched in awe and amazement as Porcupine Tree performed. There's nothing quite like hearing and experiencing the same thing as an entire group of people, whilst singing along to words like "I just want to be loved" or "I'm dying of love but it's okay". It's definitely something that everyone should experience. It's just an amazing connection that people make with one another during this short interval of time by connecting through the same music. I've been to a lot of concerts and this was by far the best one I've ever been to. Although I didn't do one thing that I wanted to do: smell Steven Wilson's breath.
Photos courtesy of Joe del Tufo.
Friday, September 25, 2009
How Passion Fails Us...
Sometimes, I'm in something or do things so long that I lose the original passion I once had for it. I lose sight of what is in front and misunderstand what I should be heading towards. Passion isn't there sometimes. I guess I've come to that point in certain things - where I don't have the passion to care about it anymore. I can't feel it, but I feel that it is something that I should strive for.
Nevertheless, passions cannot always be present. One day, you may love the thing you do and the next you groan and gripe complaining about how your work is structured. Passions are that way. I suppose where this is going is that passion is based on the idea of infatuation (a temporary version of love if you will). Passion is something that is fickle. It reminds me of people and music. Everyone has their "phase" of a certain type of music. It becomes their passion for a month, two months, maybe a year or more. However, it fades away as they develop their musical horizons and merely becomes another stepping stone.
On the other hand, love is something that is timeless. Love is something that grows and grows as we nourish it. However, love can fade, just as passion does, if it is not nourished. Even if it fades, someone who's experienced a love for something will hold onto that feeling and be fulfilled in
feeding it. For instance, the kid that loves riding his bicycle will always remember those feelings of freedom and joy and be able to relive the feelings even as an adult.
I suppose we cannot wholly separate passion from love, for me I feel that passion comes out of love. I must genuinely love something to be passionate about it. However, I may be passionate about something and not really love it. I'm not entirely sure this makes sense... Despite this, we can distinguish the two. As I think about this, I wonder if what I'm doing is right for me. I wonder if it is something that I'm in love with or just passionate about.
Nevertheless, passions cannot always be present. One day, you may love the thing you do and the next you groan and gripe complaining about how your work is structured. Passions are that way. I suppose where this is going is that passion is based on the idea of infatuation (a temporary version of love if you will). Passion is something that is fickle. It reminds me of people and music. Everyone has their "phase" of a certain type of music. It becomes their passion for a month, two months, maybe a year or more. However, it fades away as they develop their musical horizons and merely becomes another stepping stone.
On the other hand, love is something that is timeless. Love is something that grows and grows as we nourish it. However, love can fade, just as passion does, if it is not nourished. Even if it fades, someone who's experienced a love for something will hold onto that feeling and be fulfilled in
feeding it. For instance, the kid that loves riding his bicycle will always remember those feelings of freedom and joy and be able to relive the feelings even as an adult.
I suppose we cannot wholly separate passion from love, for me I feel that passion comes out of love. I must genuinely love something to be passionate about it. However, I may be passionate about something and not really love it. I'm not entirely sure this makes sense... Despite this, we can distinguish the two. As I think about this, I wonder if what I'm doing is right for me. I wonder if it is something that I'm in love with or just passionate about.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Identity
After all these years, it's finally caught up to me. I don't get it. I don't know who I am. No one does. What defines me? I don't know. Where am I from? I also don't know. Sometime I long for being able to answer in one or two words where I am from. This is probably just something that comes with moving around as a kid. It sucks not knowing where you're from or where to call home. Having lived in basically 5 different places in my life, it's hard to explain everything I've been through.
That being said, people who know where they are from should hold onto that. They should hold onto their identity as tight as they can, not allowing it to slip away - cause once it's lost you aren't getting it back. Although the people around them will inevitably shape who they are, their identity - their roots - shouldn't change. However, in my case, I suppose I have never had roots or an identity to begin with.
One of my friends told me that entering into a culture is a hard and difficult process. You have two options: to assimilate or to isolate yourself. However, option b is complete suicide. There is no way anyone can live like that. So that only leaves me one option. It's not going to be fun. It's probably going to hurt much more than it ever has before, but I've asked for it.
That being said, people who know where they are from should hold onto that. They should hold onto their identity as tight as they can, not allowing it to slip away - cause once it's lost you aren't getting it back. Although the people around them will inevitably shape who they are, their identity - their roots - shouldn't change. However, in my case, I suppose I have never had roots or an identity to begin with.
One of my friends told me that entering into a culture is a hard and difficult process. You have two options: to assimilate or to isolate yourself. However, option b is complete suicide. There is no way anyone can live like that. So that only leaves me one option. It's not going to be fun. It's probably going to hurt much more than it ever has before, but I've asked for it.
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