Are there any ways to really come to terms with oneself? People are constantly saying "Just be yourself", and "You're unique", when in actual fact we aren't.
Alright, there ARE differences between everyone. Many differences, in fact. But underneath that veneer of "character", that layer of "identity", that sheath of "self", lies a core that craves acceptance, and normality.
Or does there?
Many people do NOT want to be similar. They want to be WHOLLY different from everyone. They do things - to others and themselves - that "normality" would spit on. They do insane things, just to stick out as apart from the herd. Sometimes they just break rules.
The crunch is, where would I place myself?
The truth is, I don't know. I don't want to be so different as to be herded into a cage, given a loincloth to wear, and put on display for the delectation of the masses. On the other hand, I don't want to be Average Joe. I want to be someone. I want my own identity, and I want that to be accepted. I want to be able to do the things that I want to do. I want to be able to say the things I want to say. I want to be able to know the people I want to know, and to interract with them as I want to interract with them.
Suppression OF self BY self - or even by others - is truly a melancholic thing.
I only hope it's not too late to change.
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Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Slightly worried.
I know everyone says that it's not unusual not to know what you want to do with your life by my age, but I disagree, at least to a certain extent.
I'm being torn in two directions, towards both Music and Medicine.
I'm a passable all-round musician. I reckon I could get am musical job in a certain organisation, the nature of which I may one day share. But not yet.
Then again... Medicine pays better. But the kind of medicine I find appealing (which, again, I may reveal at a later date) is apparently a "dead-end", insofar as sequential employment is concerned, although I personally disagree.
It gets me down, to be wholly honest. I haven't got a clue what to do. Any suggestions or advice are welcome.
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I'm being torn in two directions, towards both Music and Medicine.
I'm a passable all-round musician. I reckon I could get am musical job in a certain organisation, the nature of which I may one day share. But not yet.
Then again... Medicine pays better. But the kind of medicine I find appealing (which, again, I may reveal at a later date) is apparently a "dead-end", insofar as sequential employment is concerned, although I personally disagree.
It gets me down, to be wholly honest. I haven't got a clue what to do. Any suggestions or advice are welcome.
End.
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
In the beginning...
Well, I've finally done it. Taken the plunge (possibly straight in at the deep end...) and started a PROPER blog. That's more or less all there is to say at the minute, except that I hope this'll help me finish a LOT of things I've got bouncing around the place, be they half-finished novels (2), 90% finished novels (1), poems (30+), lyrics (12) or songs WITH music (5).
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