“Standing in the tall grass
You know we need oxygen to breath”
So I went to Clearwater, Florida the 15th of February and returned the 20th of February. It was quite chilly down there. Like seriously I wore khakis and a sweatshirt all week. Fuck my life right? Granite it’s disappointing I would’ve never had the opportunity to see just how much the sand there resembles sugar. It’s white and finer than any sand I’ve ever had the opportunity of feeling run through my fingers and toes. The beach front goes for miles and the width of the beach itself is in a league of its own, about the width of a Football field. This is something I don’t get to see often, so basically it’s something that is as intriguing as it gets for me. I have always been one to look for things that are different from my neck of the woods. If we are not constantly seeking something different we are being stagnant in which I cannot do. I know I haven’t done anything to prove this otherwise, but can you not feel it? Can you not feel it when you start becoming nothing more than what you do day and out?
It has been several weeks since I’ve visited Florida and tbh I know I couldn’t live there. Sure it has one of the most prestigious beaches in America however there is nothing more. Sure it does entail a couple more cool tourist shops. One in particular has a Flowrider within the store. If you are unaware of what a Flowrider is you can find one at the hell forsaken grounds of Kalahari. I am not quite sure what I am seeking, but I do know that it isn’t just concrete and sand. Perhaps I am being extremely picky and even quite hard headed, however why would I pick something not fairly different from what I am use to waking up and seeing everyday? I am use to it, I wake up every day…every morning. I see the same scenery whether it be Winter or Summer. The same faces that are closest to me share the same stories day in and out. Their lives are stagnant and that is their choice. They refuse to go out and socialize. Give me a complete stranger, give me 15 minutes of talking to them and I can generally decide whether or not I’d like to continue. I don’t want to make it sound like I hate talking to the people I am dear friends with. I think I am just seeking more out of life than they. You cannot measure it by any means. Don’t even try to measure it by societal movements and ideas either cause I’ll go off. I hate categorization (unless we’re talking movies). Absolutely no reason for it. I try to fend off the negative vibes every day with people. It isn’t something a weak minded individual is able to do very easily. This is why we see some of our dearest friends disappear into the unknown. Sure you know what they are doing…sort of. You follow them on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram….great! Your only interaction with the people closest to your heart is through an LCD screen. This is semi-depressing for me. Ask the ones I am closest with. I am very transparent about my thoughts on friends I once had, very open about the friends I have yet to meet. It’s crazy to think there are folk out there you’ve spent majority of your life with, folk that know everything about you. Yet, you don’t talk to them nor see them anymore. A mere ghost in life, just the passing of the wind it seems like. The real catch is if you graph it on a timeline there is very little room in which their not in your life. I guess this is where I have been struggling. Struggling with the ability to cope with loss. What used to be isn’t exactly easily duplicated nor should it be. These memories serve me pure happiness, yet they’re my worst nightmares. O.A.R has been lying to me all along with their bullshit of a line “Well, in the end my friend, we will all be together again”. Bunch of liars…I still like their music.
The time is now though! I am ready to explore this life. It seems as if I know very little anymore. High School was a cake walk, Going to community College and having a full-time job wasn’t to bad (I did have the pleasure of getting shingles due to stress though), and now I work full-time and pay bills…fuckin bummer. I am grateful for the few good folk I stay in regular contact with, for my family and girlfriend, but there seems to be so much more I am missing out on. I am tired of being reminded day in and out of who is actually there for me. Tired of being constantly let down by the people who’ve been closest to my heart all my life. If I want to be let down I my as well be let down trying something new through new experience and opportunities. I am tired of constantly being told that there is really no reason to seek other opportunities, that this place is just fine. This place may be your paradise, but don’t try to justify the picture I’ve painted as a horrendous place because you’re simple minded. This is okay, it really is, but don’t try to justify others unlike you because you’ll never understand them/me and I promise to do the same for you. I promise to respect whatever it is you’d like to achieve in life. I also promise to let you know if I think you’re fucking up if you’re a good friend of mine. It’s called love is all. We could all use a little more of it.
Remember these are the words of me, the words of I, and the words of everything I previously have known.