It’s Sunday again.
It seems to me that yesterday was Sunday.
I mean everyday sounds pretty much like a Sundae to my hear, now.
Now that I found a new way of seeing life I don’t really need to be out-loud and out there somewhere trying to imitate somebody or some (stupid) thing.
I am not a writer. I am not an author. I refused to be a journalist a long time ago when I was in Jonquière trying to learn the ropes and hopes of Art, technology and media.
So now is the time for me to take a break from my hobby, which is writing. And try to make a living of what I like to do the most : expressing myself shortly, briefly and artistically through blogs like this one and micro blogs like Twitter.
I decided to move on with my life so I am moving on from this website because I do not fit anymore with the format, the purpose and the youthfulness of its intentions.
I don’t like what I am seeing and I disagree mostly with everyone talking about society through a cultural media, and I am oppose to the fact of trying to speak truly about media through cultural artifacts of the future.
I know. I changed my mind about that as I change languages while expressing myself. But who cares, really ?
Who cares about a member of a community that is disagreeing openly with the way a cultural Montreal media is talking and treating culture and social trends ?
So, that’s why I’m moving out even if its not the First of July.
But, for me, it is not my First of July. Time to move on and time to do it my way.
Without giving any other explanation than this one : I was here for too long and, frankly, for the wrong reasons.
I should have realize this a long time ago but, you know, it’s not easy to realize that you are not welcome anymore to some place without being told openly that you no longer entertain, provide any additional value to the public space or any other additional comments that is important to share with others for their own life (not penis or mammal) enlargement.
Because for too many individuals, writing a piece of information or expressing themselves doesn’t relate or connect with real life.
For so many people, writing is a boring job and expressing their point of views is just like carving a stone. A single minded mean less piece of junk that won’t matter in a couple of seconds because words used are not crafted with blood, tears and sweat.
Which is all I am about.
Blood running through my veins. Tears falling on my face. Sweat covering my human flesh.
Of course, every good piece of literature or poetry sounds like a testament. Like the last will of an everlasting poet.
Like the Will I Am trying to fly like the Spear Shakes the human soul for this planet.
Like a good will hunting on a new territory.
Forgetting about the past. Turning the pages of lost memories in another language than his own.
I am an adopted son. I will be an adopted writer as well.
Freedom is only another word for doing whatever you can to accomplish your destiny by doing what you do best : make other people feel uncomfortable about their lives.
Making people feel uncomfortable and making people hateful about apathy and agony is the purpose and the goal of any god-given talent writer.
Trying to compete with reality, that’s the foolishness made for everybody who thinks that writing good words or having kindness thoughts about the Sun makes it shine a little bit brighter.
I’m not that kind of person.
I profoundly think (or I only think, if you are reluctant to my depth thinking) that a writer is their to incarnate life, freedom and a new form of speech.
A new way of speaking that already exist but needs to enter the palace of schooling and academic rehearsals.
Being peaceful wrongfully means to a lot of people as living like a vanquish beast, a tormented slave or a weak person always looking for a person to put himself in the right place or position.
But being peaceful is a question of disrespect in front of any kind of wrongdoings. In front of any form of illegitimate powers OR behaviors.
I know the problem with that. Moral issues are my biggest concern since I have listened to Léo Ferré’s songs.
Le problème avec la morale, c’est que c’est toujours la morale des autres.
I know that and I recognize that for a fact.
But… because there is always a butt to be kicked roughly, we need to stand up for something, sometimes.
You can’t always pretend that nothing is touching you deeply in your heart nowadays because everything and everyone are hyperlinked to each other.
The world is unifying us before we are unifying our self to the rest of us.
And we are going back to my previ0us question, stated in the previous entry of this closing blog: is there really an « us and them » question ?
Are we, deeply, different from one another ?
Deeply is the important word of the previous sentence and this sentence is not a sentence to death, it is a sentence to depth of life.
Surfing the world wide web thought us about the way we can navigate through life on the surface. But what lies around is still to come.
Still to come is another way to cherish life as a continuous process. Not a cultural nervous breakdown. Not as a civilization’s outbreak or countdown.
Counting backwards the final moment of humanity won’t help us to reverse the trend on the Internet network.
The net work is still to come. But before that we need to overcome our fears of what is coming from a very long distance or coming from within ourselves.
Preach her. Preacher. That’s what I sound like but I am not.
I am more like a pioneer lost in space. A space where the common ground is so vast and so deep you cannot see the end of it.
And through this infinite kind of virtual place we can already feel the infinity of real kindness and achievement made through it.
Staying connected to a net work is not a purpose in life. It is one from a career point of view that needs rocks and stones to be crushed all day.
Staying connected with one another is another ball game. It is the genuine purpose of sharing information, which is the same as sharing a part of ourselves.
But if you do NOT like what you are seeing in the mirror (the best of all being a true friend), how are you going to be able to act social and be a social citizen that shares his input to put back into life his own life into the public life ?
A good man, for me, is a living library. A man, a human being should I say if I would like to be seen as a good preach her, is willing to try to understand that yesterday was only the beginning of a careless whisper carried away to the grape wines of a very old testimony.
Following me doesn’t mean that I am going anywhere. It only means that I enjoy life and that I am trying to share what makes my own life joyful and that’s it.
Hope you had fun reading this because I am laughing myself out of here right NOW.
The following blog is upcoming and will be added HERE next week. Have a good one! Life is short, try to embody it.
