So many times people ask, where do you see yourself ten years from now? It's such a crazy hypothetical question, and I bet many of you have no real idea.
Instead, I ask you, where were you ten years ago today? I know exactly where I was. I was in an art museum, discovering some of the artists who I still hold in high regard. I was in a diner listening to "Chantilly Lace". I was eating tuna on a croissant and a chocolate milkshake. I was riding on the passenger side with the Misfits turned up at full volume. I wore a camera around my neck, fishnets, shimmery eyeshadow, and an innocent smile.
It was a time in my life when I was just starting to understand who I was and where I fit into the world. The world was fresh and vibrant, and while I wasn't really nave, I filtered the best from everything.
I was surrounded by friends who were passionate not just in their minds, but in their acts; musicians, artists, poets. Adorned in Ramones style leather jackets, patches, safety pins, and metallic dresses, they created intensely and proficiently with a type of honesty that will never again cross their faces. I hear the echo of the songstresses voices.
It is a time that I miss with my entire body. So close those days, yet merely translucent visions as they have now scattered across the globe. While some I see, their eyes do not sparkle so bright, or they shine only as they talk of husbands, wives and kids. Many of their dreams have gone unrealized and in them I see only shadows of what used to be. We are only in our early 20's. I am still pushing, eagerly ahead with an intense hunger that can never really be fed.
Which is a more accurate picture; the reality of who I've become; so many goals still waiting in the wings, or future visions of days past from someone who saw more clearly than I may ever see again?
Instead, I ask you, where were you ten years ago today? I know exactly where I was. I was in an art museum, discovering some of the artists who I still hold in high regard. I was in a diner listening to "Chantilly Lace". I was eating tuna on a croissant and a chocolate milkshake. I was riding on the passenger side with the Misfits turned up at full volume. I wore a camera around my neck, fishnets, shimmery eyeshadow, and an innocent smile.
It was a time in my life when I was just starting to understand who I was and where I fit into the world. The world was fresh and vibrant, and while I wasn't really nave, I filtered the best from everything.
I was surrounded by friends who were passionate not just in their minds, but in their acts; musicians, artists, poets. Adorned in Ramones style leather jackets, patches, safety pins, and metallic dresses, they created intensely and proficiently with a type of honesty that will never again cross their faces. I hear the echo of the songstresses voices.
It is a time that I miss with my entire body. So close those days, yet merely translucent visions as they have now scattered across the globe. While some I see, their eyes do not sparkle so bright, or they shine only as they talk of husbands, wives and kids. Many of their dreams have gone unrealized and in them I see only shadows of what used to be. We are only in our early 20's. I am still pushing, eagerly ahead with an intense hunger that can never really be fed.
Which is a more accurate picture; the reality of who I've become; so many goals still waiting in the wings, or future visions of days past from someone who saw more clearly than I may ever see again?
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I was 10? I dont know.