You can never finish anything.
I’m like the crazy professor from that cartoon with the kid whose head looked like an acorn. I cant finish things.
Does it have to do with me trying to be a perfectionist for half of my life? Maybe.
Could it stem from the fact that I’ve always hated closure? Probably.
Is it because I always have something else to say? Absolutely.
It’s June. In two weeks, my last year of college will technically start. Four years of high school. Four years of college. Eight years of school, of life, of growth, maturity, immaturity, memories, emotion, passion, art and more. Yet after all that time, I can’t help but think, “how did I keep myself going?”
How do I keep myself going?
With this. This is a letter to myself, for myself. (But also for the rest of the world to enjoy). This is how one twenty-something-year-old finds inspiration. This is his art. These are the quotes, the pictures, the songs, that make him feel something.
I’m not looking for enlightenment. I’m definitely not sitting here hoping that I’ll strike an epiphany at some point down the road and everything will fit into place like some preschool jigsaw puzzle. This blog is for me. It’s the reminder of why I wake up, why I am who I am, why I love what I love, and why I live the way I live.
So when do I stop? When do I no longer need the motivation? Or, even better, when do I finish sounding like a hormonal, coffee-induced, sleep-deprived college student?
I think that’s the point. The motivation never stops. This is my life, and I definitely won’t ever finish.
Dear Joe,
You have a hell of a job ahead of you.
Much love,
