Bear torture ~ W. 44th St.

There are so many things tumbling through my head lately. Posts, half-posts, partial-posts, non-posts. Thoughts about my future, my career, what the hell I’m doing with my life (or not doing, as the case may be). If we’ve been given talents (and I do believe I’ve been given several, call me vain), then isn’t it our responsibility to use them? It’s so easy to drift through life and just let things happen to you – that’s how I’ve gotten this far in life. Opportunities seem to drop in my lap when I need them, and although I do work to make things happen I have this nagging feeling that I don’t work hard enough. It’s something that I think about often, my coasting through life.

I was listening to Queen this weekend and it hit me: two months after Freddie Mercury turned 29, Queen released A Night At the Opera. That means when he was my age, he was composing and recording “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Can you fucking imagine that, bringing that masterpiece into being at age 28? And by that point, Queen had already released three other albums. It’s inspiring, and it sets a high bar for anyone who wants to do something with their talent. And here I sit at a desk, graduating students who don’t understand what a diploma means. That’s sobering.

I had a dream shortly before my 22nd birthday, in which I was in a limo with Joe Elliott and Freddie Mercury, and we were talking about careers. Right before I woke up, Joe said to me “There will be plenty of time to sit still later. Now’s the time to excel.” I got the tattoo I have, a merging of Def Leppard cover art, to remind me of that dream. Now I have to act on it.

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