Are You the King or Queen Of Your Own Life? (That’s Aslan, Not Mufasa)
I just watched a special on Reasonable Doubt, which was followed by the opening credits to the Kanye West–Driven special on HBO. I dvr’d the Kanye special, but now I’m inspired.
I have a lot of friends that have pursued lofty goals. Some of those goals are for careers, for education, or for their social lives. I often wonder how many of them are actually doing what they want to do, and how many of them are doing something that they just settled on. I’m talking lawyers, lab techs, cops, teachers… The whole 9.
I ponder that because I wonder how many of them are doing what they wanted to do when they were 7 years old. Heck, I am. I’m a writer now. Granted, it’s just to my loyal readers here and to an army of lurkers on the MySpace, but it’s a start.
When I was in my early to mid teens I wanted to be an actor, but I settled on wanting to be a teacher because I figured teachers are close to celebrities anyway. Think about it, you all have teachers you’re stans of. You all have teachers you fucking hate. You have teachers that have impacted your lives. That’s the same thing as being an author, actor, or musician, right?
The fact is that I am a creator. I pride myself on being able to tell stories, be they my own or relaying others, to help create good feelings in others. Heck, even when I’m being an asshole I’m hoping I’ll be the asshole that inspires someone to get their shit together. I’ve always said that I’d be glad to play the role of “enemy” if it’d help someone turn their life around. G’on and be mad at Uncle The Hussein. I’ll just smile and nod and know that you’re fixing everything I called you out on at the same time you’re telling me how wrong I am.
So, my question to all of you guys: Commenters, Lurkers, Regs, Random-Passers-By.. Are you living your dream? Or did you just settle on something that can make you enough money to get those Henny shots at the bar, or pay the car note?
I mean, I’m Ghostriding The Unemployment right now. It’s not a bad gig so far. I get to sleep in, bond with my dog F.R.E.D., bullshit on www.nahright.com, and oogle as much Exgirlfriend Porn as I can.
But! I would gladly go to work for someone right the F now as a songwriter. A script writer. A movie watcher. A guy who collects massive amounts of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures and makes them fight epic battles throughout my living room.
The fact is that I think the world kinda sucks right now. It’s not just rap, or tv, or silly parody sports movies (The Comebacks looks like utter crap), or what have you. At some point, the world just got really mean, and people are ending up being forced to pick a school, a career, a spouse, a house, a mouse, a louse, and big ol’ plot of dirt to spend Forever in.
I just wish that the world was still a place for dreamers and creators. I wish we weren’t being forced to live in a Best Buy/Olive Garden/24-Prison Break-American Idol world. I mean, it’s not all the Fox Network’s fault, but it just seems to me that there isn’t any room out there for dreaming anymore.
It’s like we’re just supposed to drive our SUVs home after stopping for some Applebees and then flip on the tv and zone out without laughing or learning or playing and having adventures.
I really, really wanna have an adventure.
I used to daydream about finding a secret passageway to end up like Mikey and the rest of The Goonies. I used to try to make the remote control fly into my hand by using the Force. When I got older I’d pretend I was playing basketball as the greats of the era. When I got still older, I actually did act, and that was a lot of fun. After that I got into (and I know I’m gonna pay for this admission) Backyard wrestling. We didn’t maim each other, we just brought the fuckin’ funny. After that my adventures were throwing parties and listening to classic Bad Boy records and playing beirut (beer pong) and hoping against hope that two girls would make out, or even better, a chick would totally make out with me. Still, after that, we invaded this bar on the nite they had karaoke. I met a million new friends, I did Hip-Hop Hooray, and we had a blast.
*sigh* Then I got a little older. Everyone I knew settled down. The adventures stopped. It’s like all of the sudden it’s all about bills and 10,000 family gatherings and shit like going home at 9:30p and “401k plans” replaced staying out late and letting the nite make you it’s bitch.
It’s funny, I bash the living fuck out of Byron Crawford because he’s a caricature, a joke. Sure, I was a Bol Stan at one point, but after a while, I got tired of his 3 or 4 different tricks. However, one day I was checking out his site and I clicked on a link to his Vox blog, and in his header [||], he had a quote that really hit me. I’m not sure if it’s a line to a song, or a movie, but here it is:
“I’d drink enough of anything to make this world look new again.” (if someone knows what that’s from, shout me a holla and I’ll e-mail you a copy of Fall Out Boy’s Take This To Your Grave).
The fact is, loyal readers, is that the world is shrinking, and all of the magic and all of the fear in the world is evaporating. Magic is being replaced by the mundane, and fear is being replaced by Terror Warnings, Red states vs Blue states, and sarcastic, subversive tv shows preaching nihilism.
The fact is, my loyal readers, The Nothing is upon us, and we are in desperate need of a Bastian, an Atreyu, and even a Childlike Emperess. The Nothing is upon us, and there is only one way that I know how to fight back.
To fight The Nothing, you simply have to put on a crown, you lift up your sword, and do something.
We are all Kings and Queens of our own worlds, our own kingdoms. Fight for what is yours: Happiness, Surprises, Joy, Love, and Adventure.
I’m already on the battlefield.
PS- Any slick remarks regarding the “lift up your sword line” will be cheerfully deleted. This here is grown folks talk.