It just hit me. Ive started to have my doubts about the skills. I was feeling good and vibing with my Blackstar only to switch over to the all too tenebrous mars volta that angel was kind enough to hook me up with. Throw on that brooding music and the dreary portent concentrates like a cheap car air freshener, yielding the same strong sour scent meant to cover my neglect.
I returned from orientation on Thursday and realized by Friday that if I am to ever distinguish myself, to somehow prize myself from all the other aspiring scholars in and outside my own particular time and place, i will have to start right now. There were many bright minds there, colleagues and rivals in the germ that are just waiting to flower into that grand, austere bloom we've all been told we'll be some day. But are we really? the greatest growth has yet to come and it will be the most painful and the most taxing. I cant help but fear that we are the recipients of a dubious benediction- kind.... but accurate? Let us hope we raise to the occasion, preferably with a deportment free of this self-doubt, outside of the distortion and guitar feed back that every so often obstructs a clear mind to dream weighty dreams.