But I digress with all of this music stuff. What I'm trying to say is that the highest form of art (for me) isn't realism but escapism. I lose myself in a feeble angry mind when I listen to Nine Inch Nails, not the other way around. I enjoy it because during that time all the problems and worries of this world disappear, and the world becomes simple again. I hate worthless talk and these worthless thoughts that cloud my mind. To me simple always seems "the best". The days when nap times were scheduled in school seemed "the best". A child-like heart would be "the best".

Genuine change is genuinely hard. Analogies and proverbs are clever and stick to the mind but seldom to the heart. You can fool yourself but you can't fool me...and when our meek expectations fail us, we fluff and forget.

"You complain for the life you're supposed to have
But when you try to make plans God is known to laugh"

I'll just stay thankful and be "the best".





P.S. I'd like to know what people think of this blog so far. I had an idea of what this blog would look like and I feel like I completely missed my mark. Gimme some feedback! Thanks