12-28-2017, 05:31 AM
(12-27-2017, 07:35 PM)mat422 Wrote: I just can't catch a break. Today some guy ripped off my front bumper then proceeded to attempt to get away. Luckily there were witnesses and the police filed a report. But I just feel so done. I'm exhausted, it feels like everything I do results in absolutely nothing. Outwardly it feels like my life is more together, but inwardly I feel like a mess. I'm hoping this is a quick fix and I get my car back and maybe this guys insurance pays for this.
Just goddamn. I can't center myself, it feels like I'm drowning in a never-ending sea of anxieties. I recently realized how these stupid aspirations to do something with my music was mostly fueled by the need to feel special and to validate me. Take that away and I realized I just like the music, not all the ***** that goes with it. So I've just been trying to stop making this whole music thing a source of anxiety for me.
I'm following a similar path with my desire to be a successful screenwriting. Been realizing for a long time now that a huge part of me desired to accomplish such a task only because deep down inside I need to feel validated, special, and deserving of love--in a sense it's like my deepest loves and dreams stem from my deepest insecurities and fears, not from true genuine positive desire.
It's resulted in me mostly being unable to write for the past several months, because I'm very conflicted deep down by my inner purpose right now.
I can tell you one thing, though. I still absolutely love movies and tv more than anything else in the world. I still have that same deep love and passion for movies that when I go in and have my world blown wide open by an impeccable film, I can't stop thinking about it for days or weeks, and if I see a film riddled with flaws and errors I can't get over, I still get frustrated and disappointed.
My point is, don't let your confusion over your inner purpose and where you get that drive from ruin your ambitions and dreams altogether. You clearly still have an impeccably deep passion for music, same as I do for film--it's just about finding the right mental framework to re-energize that love and passion into real ambition, instead of the things that come with it (money, fame, girls, validation, adoration, success, et cetera) be the source of that ambition.
I think... or at least I hope... that with enough mental 'homework' and discipline, both you and I can get on the right track regarding our life ambition and find a genuinely healthier and happier way to navigate that lifestyle instead of craving the accoutrements that come with it as a means to make us happy. Following our greatest passions should provide enough inner fulfillment and happiness in of itself, but for someone like me, at least, who often times feels so intrinsically alone and unloved and unhappy and desperate for all of those things to change, when my screenplay isn't coming out as absolutely perfect, I tend to break down under the pressure I set myself up for and end up staying away from my project for days or weeks at a time, almost as if I'm avoiding the horrible truth that even the most amazingly brilliant screenplay in the world can't solve my problems with life--it won't provide me the inner fulfillment and happiness and love and peace that I crave, so I need to find that for myself sans the screenplay before I can truly come back to those pages with a renewed sense of purpose and self.
Lastly, I'm really sorry to hear about your car troubles. I'm glad at least that there were a ton of witnesses and that a police report has been filed. If you live in a big city you may be screwed, but if your town is fairly small-ish you may have a chance at finding the guy. Life tends to throw you challenges and adversities in spades--as they say, when it rains, it pours.
Just take some calmness in realization that this is simply a cycle of the universe and that like all rainfall, this too shall pass, bringing with it the rays of the sun and a renewed sense of hope, love and purpose.
Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . .
-- Agalloch, The Mantle
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . .
-- Agalloch, The Mantle