and joe cundiff breaksdown.
sort of....
normally i tag myself as a pretty honest person.
and i'll be honest here.
i might be on the verge of a slight breakdown.
maybe a quarter-life crisis.
the much loved and well-known kevin o'kelley said he was keeping up with me via blog.
and he asked if everything was really okay.
i guess in the last couple of posts i've left traces of instabilty. oops.
i told him everything was good. great. grand.
probalby not very honest of me.
in actuality, my status might be a little different.
well, it probably differs drastically.
work is cool.
kids are fine.
living in korea is awesome.
sure, i get a lonely every now and then, as i've previously mentioned.
but who doesn't?
as promised, my report on payday: weak.
my cash card wouldn't work and neither would my passbook.
so i spent most of the long weekend sans money and isolated in my apartment.
which gave me a pretty fair amount of time to think.
and figure out what this unknown feeling inside me really is.
the envelope please....
lack of direction.
i think that's the best way to put it.
and i mean it on the large scale.
i feel my life has little direction.
all my life i've been told what to do.
but how i do it is up to me.
and by all that i mean i've been told to go to school.
i choose the school (sometimes).
i choose the classes.
i chose the extracurriculars.
now, nobody has told me to do anything.
i guess i should be grateful for this complete freedom.
though, admittedly, i'm not completely free since i'm in mega-debt thanks to student loans.
the rough part is that i feel lack creativity.
i've felt this way for a few years now.
i guess after i fell out of playing music.
maybe one fed into the other.
and there's so much more room with which to work in the real world.
it's not choosing a school and classes and extracurriculars.
it's choose a life.
sometimes the daily life is a little too miniscule.
i don't think the daily grind is too monotonous.
don't read me wrong here.
just maybe lacking large amounts of meaning or significance.
but i guess i must have faith the little days summate to greater things.
the shadow of the future calms my nerves.
i remind myself i'm only 22.
i'm a capable, intelligent, driven, young man.
the world is my oyster, right?
right?
i guess it's just another one of those things with which i'll cope on my own.
scratch that.
not on my own.
but with the help and guidance of a greater power.
i've got a lot of reading and talking and praying to do.
and it's all concerned with one person.
can i say 'person?'
maybe i'll just say 'the trinity.'
lots of love,
jo
sort of....
normally i tag myself as a pretty honest person.
and i'll be honest here.
i might be on the verge of a slight breakdown.
maybe a quarter-life crisis.
the much loved and well-known kevin o'kelley said he was keeping up with me via blog.
and he asked if everything was really okay.
i guess in the last couple of posts i've left traces of instabilty. oops.
i told him everything was good. great. grand.
probalby not very honest of me.
in actuality, my status might be a little different.
well, it probably differs drastically.
work is cool.
kids are fine.
living in korea is awesome.
sure, i get a lonely every now and then, as i've previously mentioned.
but who doesn't?
as promised, my report on payday: weak.
my cash card wouldn't work and neither would my passbook.
so i spent most of the long weekend sans money and isolated in my apartment.
which gave me a pretty fair amount of time to think.
and figure out what this unknown feeling inside me really is.
the envelope please....
lack of direction.
i think that's the best way to put it.
and i mean it on the large scale.
i feel my life has little direction.
all my life i've been told what to do.
but how i do it is up to me.
and by all that i mean i've been told to go to school.
i choose the school (sometimes).
i choose the classes.
i chose the extracurriculars.
now, nobody has told me to do anything.
i guess i should be grateful for this complete freedom.
though, admittedly, i'm not completely free since i'm in mega-debt thanks to student loans.
the rough part is that i feel lack creativity.
i've felt this way for a few years now.
i guess after i fell out of playing music.
maybe one fed into the other.
and there's so much more room with which to work in the real world.
it's not choosing a school and classes and extracurriculars.
it's choose a life.
sometimes the daily life is a little too miniscule.
i don't think the daily grind is too monotonous.
don't read me wrong here.
just maybe lacking large amounts of meaning or significance.
but i guess i must have faith the little days summate to greater things.
the shadow of the future calms my nerves.
i remind myself i'm only 22.
i'm a capable, intelligent, driven, young man.
the world is my oyster, right?
right?
i guess it's just another one of those things with which i'll cope on my own.
scratch that.
not on my own.
but with the help and guidance of a greater power.
i've got a lot of reading and talking and praying to do.
and it's all concerned with one person.
can i say 'person?'
maybe i'll just say 'the trinity.'
lots of love,
jo
this doesn't speak directly to your point, but this post made me remember this...the opening monologue from 'trainspotting'...
ReplyDelete"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?"
take care, bro. praying with you and for you.