There’s really no point in judging art. The artist isn’t going to change his/her view to fit your idea of good art no matter what you tell them. I guess that applies to religion too though, and politics. It makes me personally feel better about myself when I sit back and respect someone else’s opinion or view on a subject instead of just blatantly saying “you’re wrong, I’m right and if I don’t tell you that I’m right then that somehow makes me feel less right.”
It’s odd laying here on my bed, looking at the posters and random shit my friends and I wrote and drew on the walls realizing that someday I will have to pack up all of those posters and paint over all of those pictures. It isn’t sad, just… odd.
I pictured my high school experience to be a lot different in my head before I got here. I pictured the high school lovebirds scenario and the parties and the whole college thing. It turned out that any kind of love towards a girl that I’ve ever had has been unrequited (please, spare the tears, I’m an extremely happy person haha), I hate parties, and I’m not going to college. Weird. Turned out to be on the other side of the spectrum and in retrospect, I’m relieved to say it didn’t happen the way that I expected it too.
The universe is a large thing, much larger than I can possibly imagine. I’m glad that I am lucky enough to feel that the ever-expanding universe is complying with my positive energy and helping me to reach my most insane goals. I don’t know what’s going on up there in the sky, but I feel blessed by it nonetheless.