Our arts, our occupations, our marriages, our religion, we have not chosen, but society has chosen for us. We are parlour soldiers. We shun the rugged battle of fate, where strength is born. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
The idea of “being realistic” holds all of us back. From starting a business or quitting a job to dating someone who may not be our type or moving to a new place – getting “real” often means putting your dreams on hold.
Today, let’s take a step away from rational thought and dare to be bold. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to accomplish but have been afraid to pursue? Write it down. Also write down the obstacles in your way of reaching your goal. Finally, write down a tangible plan to overcome each obstacle.
The only thing left is to, you know, actually go make it happen. What are you waiting for?
(Author: Matt Cheuvront)
2 Words – World Domination
Okay, maybe I only have the slightest hints of megalomania floating around inside my head, occasionally peeking out and sliding across into the slightly more rational thoughts that make up the majority of my brain soup.
A while back one of my best friends decided to convert to being a Sub-Genius. The core belief of the Church of the Sub-Genius is to live life in the constant pursuit of slack. We’ve had a handful of debates about what the definition of slack is, but I think we’ve determined that the best idea of slack is doing what you enjoy.
For me, that means this, right here, narcissistically writing all of my strange and deepest thoughts on the internet for people everywhere to read and cast judgement. I’d like to do it full-time, if I can. Maybe doodling my way into convincing someone that I’m a “real artist” or “talented writer.”
The only thing really standing in my way is the fact that I need money to live, and not a small amount of it to maintain my current lifestyle. I should probably also considering the need to fulfill my obligations to various people, not the least of whom are banks possessing armies of lawyers and baseball bat wielding “collections officers.”
I suppose my love affair with run on sentences might also be considered a hindrance in that whole “serious writer” thing.
I don’t really know how to solve that problem yet. Really, my brain does not work well in the “get paid to do what you love” thing. It’s not that I can’t accept that it’s okay to get paid for what I do. It took me a long time to get to that point, admittedly. The real problem is I have no idea how to go about doing it.
But hey, the internet is full of all kinds of confusing advice and technical manuals that don’t make any sense.
Why can’t more things be narrated by pictures of chibi-samurai?
That would be awesome.