Waste Of Paint

Saturday, August 08, 2009

I have many memories of driving home at night. I remember a night in high school where i was driving home , i dropped off my buddy drew, and as soon as i was alone in the car bittersweet symphony came on the radio. The song gave me 4 good minutes of self reflection as i got to scream "i can change, i can change!" at the top of my lungs. And in that moment i really believed i could change. Sometimes hearing someone else say something that echoes with me is more powerful than me saying it to myself. When I hear that song and im actually listening to it, i really do believe i can change my mold. I like that. I also like the freedom I really feel driving alone in the middle of a long night. I realize I can do whatever I want, but at the same time I realize I have no control over huge parts of my life. This is both terrifying and exhilarating. It is life.