Life.
I don´t get it... I seriously don´t.
Smoking at night at my 12 hour shift job, where I sit watching three monitors of meaningless network connections of financial advisors that are happily assleep in their cozy beds thousands of miles away, I realize that I am content. I am comfortable. Scary. Very Scary. Nothing scares me more than monotony.
The smoke lights up in the moonlight. I love it. The air is cool, but there´s no breeze. Reminds me I´m not in California anymore.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the world, people are having fun midweek. Party like there´s no tomorrow, people, ´cuz... is there? Today is all we have. Tonight is all I have, so... what am I doing here? Work, work, work. Just bought a teeshirt that says exactly that. True. This is what pays for my rent... What feeds my belly.
But
There´s always a but.
What feeds my soul?
My creative mind is rotting in this profession. Don´t get me wrong, I don´t hate it. Like I said, this is comfortable. It´s easy for me. I´ve always had my way with computers. They are simple, logical. Not like people. Not like life.
So.
I have decided.
I am decided.
This profession won´t define me. This is what I do for money, not what I am.
Who am I? I am a creator. I am a writer. I am a musician, I am me.
My name is... non important. You will know me and call me as I have been known for since I was twelve. I am Arkthuruz Navarro. You can call me Ark. Welcome to my new life.
And it starts... NOW.
I don´t get it... I seriously don´t.
Smoking at night at my 12 hour shift job, where I sit watching three monitors of meaningless network connections of financial advisors that are happily assleep in their cozy beds thousands of miles away, I realize that I am content. I am comfortable. Scary. Very Scary. Nothing scares me more than monotony.
The smoke lights up in the moonlight. I love it. The air is cool, but there´s no breeze. Reminds me I´m not in California anymore.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the world, people are having fun midweek. Party like there´s no tomorrow, people, ´cuz... is there? Today is all we have. Tonight is all I have, so... what am I doing here? Work, work, work. Just bought a teeshirt that says exactly that. True. This is what pays for my rent... What feeds my belly.
But
There´s always a but.
What feeds my soul?
My creative mind is rotting in this profession. Don´t get me wrong, I don´t hate it. Like I said, this is comfortable. It´s easy for me. I´ve always had my way with computers. They are simple, logical. Not like people. Not like life.
So.
I have decided.
I am decided.
This profession won´t define me. This is what I do for money, not what I am.
Who am I? I am a creator. I am a writer. I am a musician, I am me.
My name is... non important. You will know me and call me as I have been known for since I was twelve. I am Arkthuruz Navarro. You can call me Ark. Welcome to my new life.
And it starts... NOW.