Life and its inherent misery

Life is indescribable. It’s the sum total of everything you could possibly feel on your journey. There’s absolutely no way to get away from that intensity. Some choose suicide. Some choose the security of mediocrity.

I’d like to think that I’m rather adventurous. Not only to I take a less trodden path in my journey, but I try to create an artistic that reflects the journey itself and makes something beautiful and lasting out of the moments along the way, which would otherwise just escape in time. It’s a tricky business! What’s even more tricky is to make my art in such a way that resonates with an audience. For years I only made music for myself and was incredibly hesitant to share it with other people cause it was so personal. Then I decided that I really did want to make music that touched other people’s lives.

I feel like as a person I’m quite tapped into the sorrow of life, but not in a way that cripples me. I don’t avoid it. I embrace it, like a Slavic tradition of enjoying being miserable that seemed to be enjoyed by both my grandfathers.

The default emotional state for me is depressive introspection. With my feet firmly planted in that ground I can explore all the other emotional territories which I enjoy, lose myself in ecstatic bliss, apply myself in hard work, indulge in curiosity and fascination of how things in life work.

But the default is depressive introspection. As in, what is this life and why is it such a miserable place to be, and what the hell can we make of all that?

How to prepare yourself for such things? How to prepare your children for it?

I was talking yesterday with this polish girl I live with about this… She was having trouble with her parents and their insistence to say those typical parent things to insist she work towards getting a good job and to ‘be successful’.

It then occurred to me that it’s wise to tell your children such things: Join the mainstream. Get that job. Take the secure mediocrity.

Chances are your child is one of the ones that would best benefit from that sort of talking to. Most people lack the courage and are far to complacent to actually figure out what their dreams are and to focus their whole lives attaining them.

So very easily, your art school daughter, in her lack of focused direction, could end up having no greater skill to bring the world than waitressing, or worse, that she would become a junkie.

So it’s better to tell your kids to go to business school, be ambitious in following a sure fire career path, etc.

If your child is one of the few people on this planet who are decisive enough to think differently from that and willing to make their artistic fantasies actually serviceable in reality, if they have something inside of them so strong that it cannot be silenced, then they will ignore the talks you give them and they will follow their dreams regardless.

Parents just want the best for their children, just want them to be happy. Very few people in this world know what truly makes them happy.

For all those kids in their 20’s trying to find themselves and their path in life, I would urge you that the way to make your parents happy is to find happiness yourself first of all, and success in the world as a closely related second accessory to this.

To find that voice inside of you which tells you what your calling is and to make it louder until it screams and you want to do absolutely everything you need to in order to make your dreams a reality.

Otherwise, life is a pretty bleak place and the best you can do is try to shield yourself from it.


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