I've come to realize...

...that the things that matter to me don't matter to society, or to colleges, or to my parents. I get accused of being emo when I ask the question I think everyone really wants answered: what's the point? Honestly, in the grand scheme of things, we're each just one person in a huge indifferent world, in an unfathomably large universe, in a continuum of endlessly progressing time. How arrogant do you have to be to really think your meaningless office job, your monthly salary, your college degree- any of that- matters? We're all just a mash up of blood and carbon anyway. So why bother? All I want to do is lay on my car listening to classic rock on the airstrip of an abandoned airport. When I'm dying, I want to have things worth looking at when my life flashes before my eyes. Not four years of useless formal education, not a meaningless desk job, none of that matters to me. All I want is to do something beautiful with my life. If someone tries for some reason to make a movie out of my life some day, I want it to be something extraordinary,something that opens minds, so that everyone who sees it will realize there are bigger things to think about than the rent.