Bump that

HTML coding is evil, but I think Im getting the hang of it.
All in all, doing HTML and knowing that knowledge will help in the future really helps to gel things over. It's nice to take on a new project, knowing little about it and pushing forward until you succeed.

I am referring to my music hobby project, The Elevated, where I am slowly developing a band brand name and business entity just for the hell of it. I don't know why Im doing it, delusions of rock stardom came and went with the band I was in, KASP, where I realized that it wasn't that garage band make it rich mentality that drove me to music but rather the creation of it that did.

I need to create music and art, or I can't function. For whatever reason, the soul, brain, heart etc I have to do it, or I feel washed up.

It's the same reason a few of my friends like to do math problems or create movies, cook, raise children, volunteer, or like my fiancée who feels the voice of God everytime she breaks a workout record. There is something real groovy that we connect to when we do these things. It doesn't happen everytime, but when it does it's so right, so perfect.

We often put these things off because life gets in the way. Mundane work, bills, seem to absorb our life force and leave little time for our true passions.

My point is, bump that. This is not the most elequent rambling Ive ever written but it's the truth.

Bump the job. Bump the cog in the machine rat race mentality. Bump spending 40+ hours a week working soulessly saving little money to prepare my future children for the same nonsense.

I'm going to own my own business with my fiancée, designing and working for those we care about and for those who need help. I'm going to travel. Im going to keep making art and music. I want my kids to know about how big grand and wonderful the world is. How full the world is of life, art, good food, music and all things great. Their vision will not be hindered by the box of the city block, the livestock ranch of the office cubicle or the cycle of the suburban culdasac. They will see beyond it. They will know there is so much more to life then we can ever experience and that we can still do it all.

Call me rebellious. Blame it on my hot artsy fartsy Puerto Rican blood, but bump that, I'm getting my life back.

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