Freedom

Where am I?
The sun rises differently here
I'm coughing from the smog
And it's cold
Why am I here?

For success
I could be successful
But the video plays
And I don't want it to define me
I need to be decent
And this is a last resort
As I stand as if attending a funeral
With tears in my eyes
No, the greatest thing I could desire is not success

I can hold my head high
For the potential I will not accept
A staggering thought to most
I will define my path
And I will dare to be different
Different from what's hip and what's custom
From the chords of the world around me
And I will be free

There are some references here that are too specific for me to mention and stay anonymous, but there is one paraphrase of a famous quote in there that may explain a little if you see it. This one is a pretty heart-felt conviction.

A Good Day

So my blog is mostly miserable and shit, but today was good. I got an ass-load of sleep and was well-rested for the day, then I was more or less told I was going to be recognized for doing a good job, then I had a person I greatly respect tell me that I had what it takes to do a very difficult job, far beyond what I do now, THEN I had this conversation with a beautiful girl that I've wanted to talk to for the last month, and she's interested in me too. So DAMN! I deserve to be allowed to break the rules of grammar and have a long-ass run-on sentence for a day like this.

Some days are really fucking good. With all my jacked up emotions and logic, I still recognize this. Maybe I'm not the hopeless loser I usually think I am. So fuck. I wish I could apologize to all the people who held me when I was a downer, or maybe this could serve as a thank you. Every once in a while, even I have really good days, and all you who held me, shit, who still hold me, are the reason for it.

Later yall!