Making

I'm surrounded by creators. And I'm still just a consumer. I consume. I want to create.

Touchless. Forgotten in the halls of baseballs mits, shoes and roller blades. Stowed away with the boardgames and legos. Bed sheets becomes forts and pillows role as brick and motar. A quarter spent exploring. Rest is spent ingesting. Selecting a few choice projects. Selfless objects. Though always very real cognitive that nothing stays nothing. Rest is spent ingesting the world around me. Crown me a king of all the small things. That never matter. Never will. Shiny toys with nought my name. Where is my brand? ShadowlessTomorrow. I believe it but will never achieve it. Heartless chest, I ingest. Amnesia of a way to correct. A child dreams but can never build. A man can build but forgot how to dream.

(Do you know what ShadowlessTomorrow means? No, you silly goose. I don't mean me. I mean the phrase I created, ShadowlessTomorrow. Only things, objects, nouns can create shadows. Tomorrow doesn't exist. Not yet. It's so full of promise but promises nothing. It can be wonderful or dreadfully a disaster. But. It continues to be unknown. Non-existent. To use a played out metaphor. It's a lump of clay. That's what it means. I believe that. If today fails, then tomorrow will is still be there. Not there yet. There's always a shadowless tomorrow.)

There are creators around me. People with these amazing auras. God. These beautiful, creative, constructive auras. affecting everything around them like Midas' touch. Isn't that fucking amazing? You can't deny it. Even people who think they are not sensitive enough to feel auras, they can feel it. They lead you, make you move, make you act. And you just. Do. It. They are creators. They don't just consume. I like that I'm surrounded by these people. They make me smile. Not at them. But at their ideals and ambitions. Wow. It's amazing really.

I wish I didn't just swallow all thats around me like a black hole. I wish that I could pick up my Bass and create something I could be supremely proud of. I wish I could create something no one has ever seen before. I wish I could create my own style. Set my trend. Create. But I can't... Why? I doubt it's a lack of ambition. Lack of follow through. Sound off!

• Write a book or have a piece of literature published
• Write, produce, and record a song
• Create an OS that just feels satisfying to use
• Draw an emotion
• Make
• Create
• Invent

Yeah. Yeah... I find that when people use the excuse of lack of talent are just bullshitting through every orifice they were born with. That's not an excuse. That's the flimsy, shoddy, rickety, overseas-sweat-shop-manufactured-by-cheap-parts-and-labor-sold-for-five-dollars-off-the-sidewalk piece of crap excuse. You can learn skills. You can practice. You can educate yourself. These people don't want to face the fact that they have no ambition.

Anyways... I don't remember why I started this post. I'm surrounded by people who will never just be satisfied with consuming what's fed to them. They will see that all the cars on the block are blue and want a car that's red. They will not wait for someone to make a red car. They will make it. I'm envious. Envious and proud to know you. *smiles* Maybe one day, I'll make a green car.

Consumption,
ShadowlessTomorrow