Quote of the day: A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life – Darwin
Where does it go.
Where has it gone.
I remember being a kid. A teenager even. Every day was a chance to grab life by the horns and go do something, anything. Something spontaneous, interactive. Nothing could stop us. I never hesitated, or questioned why I did anything. I just DID it.
I’d find myself in the middle of a snow filled Saskatchewan highway, feet away from our vehicle yet barely within eyesight of the muffler. I’d spin around that same highway uncontrollably and laugh at how many times we could have died. We’d quit our jobs, do our best to book a batch of shows and never stopped smiling for a month straight, even when the show was canceled, no one showed up or we didn’t even get gas money. It didn’t matter. We were the kids, and nothing could touch us.
They say that at a certain age, your brain, once it is fully developed, changes. You desire less the things that were once essential. Your dreams, passions and perspectives… are altered. You are literally no longer naive. You are technically and physically fully developed.
A friend of mine has been telling me for years that “Music Keeps Us Young”. I like the sound of this. To me it explains why all us kids in bands never seem to age…you all look the exact same as you did when we were 16 and playing our first shows together. Our lives haven’t changed much either. Maybe you toured a bunch more, finally made it to Australia…I hear so-and-so got engaged…what ever happened to Sarah?…man you look EXACTLY the same…the more things change, the more they stay the same…
Do you look back on your life and feel regret? I feel like my childhood, if anything, I was so petrified of wasting a moment, that I did everything I could to do anything unconventional. Staying up all night, driving all over for any reason at all, quitting any job at the drop of a hat and never looking back…I did everything I could so that I wouldn’t wake up one morning and think “Where did my life go?”
From 12 to 22 I spent more time living out of a backpack than carrying out the stability that is conventional in our culture. But after too much of that, you just want to stay in one place for awhile. Even though I’ve been back and forth from L.A. to Vancouver for the last year and half, I do feel my roots starting to sink in to the soil. Does this mean I am wasting precious time?
Please let me know if you see any typos. I have been typing fairly fast.
Random fact about me: My first 3 tattoos were birthday presents.