Saturday, May 30, 2009

I hate my Jay-Oh-Bee.

Current soundtrack: Counting Crows - August and Everything After

Random thought of the day: How freaking good are the Counting Crows?

"But we're never gonna survive, unless we get a little crazy...
In a world full of people, only some want to fly, isn't that crazy?"

Thank you, Seal, for your words of inspiration. Sarcasm aside, I believe Mr. Seal makes a poignant remark in his song Crazy. I have always been a bit on the reckless side myself, at least in my head and heart. What's a life if it's not to be lived and lived to the full? Do people really find themselves content just monotonously going through the motions day in and day out? Perhaps. I am not one to judge the hearts and happiness of others, however, I am a strong believer that many people would probably feel an immense amount of freedom if only they stopped living as a slave to their fears and instead worked hard to conquer them and live a little bit on the edge. What really gets me is that I feel not only that I tend toward living a little crazy but I also feel I was created to live that way. Such a deep part of me feels wild and unbridled passion to get out of my comfort zone and be touched by the world that I can't deny it is at the very core of my existence, a place I feel only myself and God can reach.

I should clarify what I mean when I talk about getting a little crazy...considering I wouldn't want people to think that I am encouraging hooligan acts of vandalism or general lawlessness...what I am referring to is more a matter of the heart and truly living out what's on the inside without fear or insecurity. Sure it's difficult to overcome such obstacles of the self, but it is not impossible...and deciding to try is half the battle.

I suppose this is more of a pep talk for myself...seeing as I am currently stuck in a job that is sucking the soul out of my body through every orifice at put it mildly. Have you ever worked in a soul-murdering job? You know, the kind of job that doesn't appreciate any part of who you are beyond your ability to breathe or show average dexterous ability in all ten digits? The kind of job that goes against your very moral compass, the fiber of your being, your literal gut instincts? Sigh.

I am resolved to make my life better, not sit around and bitch about it all day. So, I will show up to work with a genuine smile on my face, do my job well and with a good attitude, then go home every night and job search for a position that will offer me life rather than imminent death!

Here is one good thing to remember when feeling really crappy about said death-job...the grass is always greener...and there is always someone else who's job sucks more than yours.

Case in point...

Never underestimate the power of a good laughing can do wonders for the down trodden soul. In the meantime, I need a nap.

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