Tuesday, July 15, 2003

First time for everything

So here it is... my first time blogging ever, and i think why? Sometimes i think conformity, sometimes i think boredom, and there's also the possibility that a certain close friend specifically asks and almost indirectly forces you to create one... but whatever it is, its probably what gets me through each day and what makes me who i am. Can't run away from it. It's like the matrix says... its everywhere. Influence, persuasion, pressure... conformity. Why we all tend to do what other people do? Dead Poets Society was a great movie and still is. Question is what do we do with it? Is it wrong... is it morally wrong to go with and follow the crowd, follow the other 30 kids walking a certain way, acting a certain way, dressing a certain way... or is that being unoriginal, and boring? My take is that u just need balance between the two. Ideally, if u think bout it, everything is all about balance. George Lucas knows it as u can see the way he incorporated it into his movies... star wars... bout how there needs to be a balance in the force. Being able to balance your life is by far the hardest thing that i find myself trying to do hundreds of times. It's everywhere. Balance between fun and school, balance between friends and family, balance between girlfriends and friends, balance between friends and friends (not a typo)... By balancing, it means choosing sometimes between two things that u dont want to choose from, but u have to. Like the oracle says, u have to make a choice, and then try to understand why u made that choice.

Now here's when u know that journals and blogs are a great thing. Because you're inclined to write in the blog about one thing, and by the end you look back at your entry and realize that you just wrote a whole lot of shit about something you didn't even plan on writing or thinking about.
well, let this be a reminder to me that our minds ARE free, like a bird free to roam and fly anywhere and everywhere it pleases. Probably the greatest and most precious gift given to us by who knows. Our minds have no boundaries as to what it may think about, and for that, I am content.

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