Hoodie allen no interruption meaning full#
A year and a half later he said goodbye to stability and familiarity, and went on his ‘adventure’ – alone. Life was full of possibilities and I cherished every one. The writer of these blog posts had ideas and dreams of where he was going two years ago, but he struggled to even express himself confidently among his core friends. I have travelled and lived in a different continent for 8 months – by myself. I have experienced more in the last two years than I had in my entire time in secondary school. I didn’t need to write down my opinions anymore, I could say them. College was my new platform of expression. I met hundreds of new people, each bursting with their own distinct views and insights of the world. My life, opinions and outlook on the world have changed so dramatically since I uploaded that simple track review of Centipede by Childish Gambino. Over two years have passed since I last posted. I do cringe a little reading some of my old pieces, like anyone would when scouring through their old Facebook status’ from years back. It is a beautifully sad thing that a site of relative meaningless was so empowering to me. They gave me the voice that, at the time, I craved for daily. They were products of insatiable procrastination they were a channel of expression.
They weren’t the greatest reviews the world had ever read, but I put the work in. I would spend (some would argue waste) hours devouring an album before I reviewed it. A year filled with academic torture, disappointment and loneliness. They eased me through the worst year of my life. I took more pleasure from writing about an album than I did furthering my own creative pursuits. They were the only examples of my limited, artistic creativity – reviews and opinion pieces. Were they juvenile, overly-opinionated and, quite frankly, all over the place at times? Probably Debatable. I enjoyed composing each piece on this site, I really did. I used to use this blog as a platform to practice writing and as an outlet for the hundreds of (unwanted) opinions that were otherwise locked up in my mind.
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