I must say I am one that never fears death. In all actuality, I assume as long as I am not set ablaze or sawed in half, it'll be like falling asleep. What really gets to me is when you think about it, the average life span of a human being isn't enough. Ten years ago I was a senior in high school. Twenty years ago I was 7. In 20 years I will be 47. I mean holy fuck! I am almost at my life span's mid-way point, and that's not taking into account if I get t-boned by some dumb ass on their cellphone or die of cancer. Think about it, our solar system is Eons old and we are not even a blip in the big picture.
Anyone who knows me knows I am obsessed with anything that sports an engine. Certain engine tones make the hair on my arms stand, and the first time I hit 175mph in a car I was sporting a chub. Hell, the first time I stepped foot inside Indianapolis Motor Speedway I teared up, and I am not ashamed of it. Automobiles changed my life. It made me appreciate things that are hand crafted, opened my eyes up to the arts, and stop to appreciate every single ounce of beauty that exists on our beloved planet.
It also opened me up to one of my favorite hobbies and that is photography. Now I am no means even remotely good, but I enjoy it. There is something about capturing something (even if it is something photographed 1,000 times. I capture people, objects, nature, the way I see it in my eyes. With the help of a friend I came upon a rather expensive piece of photo editing software, and now I get to create my own art, which is fucking awesome! Think about it, whatever we do that creates something is an expression of ourselves. It forever captures how we felt and viewed the world at that moment in time. The pictures we take, the cars we modify, the bikes we ride, they are extensions of ourselves. Sure I don't really understand the Honda Civics with HUGE wings and under glows, but I guarantee it tells you something about the person driving it. I don't understand canvases with color splashed about, but I guarantee you it tells you something about how that person felt when they created it.
Art is everywhere, from the food we make to the buildings we build to the clothes we design. As people we have pushed our minds so far and the only thing I regret is not being about to see when people learn to use 100% of their minds.
Most of all I am thankful to have grown up in the age where the Internet took off, digital imagery exists, and cars and bikes for the most part still have a pair. And thanks to these things, though my time on life is rather short when you look at the big picture, somewhere, somehow, someone will stumble upon one of my pieces of "art", and because of that I will live forever in my own regard.
Anyone who knows me knows I am obsessed with anything that sports an engine. Certain engine tones make the hair on my arms stand, and the first time I hit 175mph in a car I was sporting a chub. Hell, the first time I stepped foot inside Indianapolis Motor Speedway I teared up, and I am not ashamed of it. Automobiles changed my life. It made me appreciate things that are hand crafted, opened my eyes up to the arts, and stop to appreciate every single ounce of beauty that exists on our beloved planet.
It also opened me up to one of my favorite hobbies and that is photography. Now I am no means even remotely good, but I enjoy it. There is something about capturing something (even if it is something photographed 1,000 times. I capture people, objects, nature, the way I see it in my eyes. With the help of a friend I came upon a rather expensive piece of photo editing software, and now I get to create my own art, which is fucking awesome! Think about it, whatever we do that creates something is an expression of ourselves. It forever captures how we felt and viewed the world at that moment in time. The pictures we take, the cars we modify, the bikes we ride, they are extensions of ourselves. Sure I don't really understand the Honda Civics with HUGE wings and under glows, but I guarantee it tells you something about the person driving it. I don't understand canvases with color splashed about, but I guarantee you it tells you something about how that person felt when they created it.
Art is everywhere, from the food we make to the buildings we build to the clothes we design. As people we have pushed our minds so far and the only thing I regret is not being about to see when people learn to use 100% of their minds.
Most of all I am thankful to have grown up in the age where the Internet took off, digital imagery exists, and cars and bikes for the most part still have a pair. And thanks to these things, though my time on life is rather short when you look at the big picture, somewhere, somehow, someone will stumble upon one of my pieces of "art", and because of that I will live forever in my own regard.
So go forth and enjoy your weekend. Take a breath of fresh air, try something new, paint something, draw something, take a photo and share it with the world who cares if it sucks? Here I am sharing my thoughts and my pictures and I don't give a damn if you read it or not. Keep in mind though, behind every locked door is a world of color waiting to be explored. Go live it because time is short, or is it? Leave your mark.
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