Welcome all!

Let me start by saying that this world we live in is (and quite frankly, have been for some time) hell on earth, and getting worse. Let’s face it friends, we – the most intelligent creature – the peak of evolution – fucked up. big time.

God gave us this great planet with a friendly atmosphere, tons of water and trees, animals and other companions, and what have we done with it?

To summarize – we conquered pretty much every corner of the globe, built a bunch of stuff, burned it to the ground, built again, ruined again etc. Reached amazing technological heights and invented money. Segregated everyone based on religion, skin color and general physical resemblance and fought each other endlessly. Oppressed and depressed women, children, animals and anything that was weaker, watched people starve to death even when there’s food for everyone… I think it’s safe to say we’re a bunch of Jackasses!

Depressing huh?

Well, let me tell you how that whole thing looked to the 16-year-old me, somewhere in the 80s. Of course, this would be difficult, as I blocked that decade in my mind for so long, I sometimes forget I lived through it.

See, I used to be this big romantic dreamer, turned cynic, turned lost, turned cautiously optimistic pessimist. I knew that “the Russians” were evil, but I also knew that Reagan wasn’t the answer (“Born in the USA”… ‘Nuff said), so there wasn’t much hope to hold on to, right?

So, in this 16 year’s old mind, the only solace (excuse the drama, speaking as a teenager in case you forgot) was music. Musical heroes included Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison. Later on, it would be Kurt Cobain, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. The point is, some of the people who “got me” were dead geniuses. So, at 16 one has to think –  “what does this say about me then?”

So, for a short period of time, I was thinking about how cool it would be to join this D.A.27 club. You know, live fast, die young etc.

Besides the fact that I kind of forgot about this plan shortly after it was conceived, there were a few problems implementing it.

First of all, I was no musical prodigy, nor did I have that quality that separated some of these musical geniuses from the rest of the herd – the undying passion for making music. I loved listening to music. I liked (and still do) playing my guitar. But I didn’t play like Hendrix, didn’t write like Morrison and my voice is nowhere near Janis…

Also, when I turned 20 I had a new musical hero who was still alive. Kurt Cobain provided the balance I needed so much (like so many others) after that dreadful decade… So there was plenty to hang around for, right? That whole Seattle scene, alongside of Metallica, GN’R, Red Hot Chili Peppers and others. There was something to live for after all.

Then I turned 28. Too late. Maybe next time.

But seriously though, many people believe that we came here to this life, this existence, to serve a purpose. I’m not even talking religion here. We could try to make short cuts of course, but 9 times out of 10, that’s not such a great idea. You never know what’s around the corner, do you? You could be “checking out” just before you find something beautiful, learn the answer for the biggest question that always troubled you, find meaning.

I’m going to leave you with this for the time being, but you can expect a “Part B”, because I’d definitely want to run a couple of sentiments by you – which will require a whole new post.

So stay tuned, stay warm (What the hell!??) and take it easy.

Until next time, you’re welcome to like, share and comment. What’s the worst than can happen eh?


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