Tuesday, May 29, 2012

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midnight post 2: Bruce Lee « Oatmeal and Art
May 29th 2012, 08:36

You know what I read today Reader? A Bruce Lee quote, and you know what it did? It made me feel absolutely useless.

Okay first of all, let me explain how I came across the quote.     Bruce Lee happens to be…my dead celebrity crush. I know, I know—so ridiculous! Still, I am one to believe in aliens; THEREFORE, I am one to believe in time machines :) — this mean that if I were able to go back in time (man oh man)—let's just say, I would sign up straight away for a Bruce Lee private class. Anyways—my partner and I have talked about it, and there is no guilt on my part. He's eternal and simply epic. Today, remembering my obsession of him, I googled his name along with the word "philosophy" and found a video with this quote:

"Ever since I was a child I have had this instinctive urge for expansion and growth. To me, the function and duty of a quality human being is the sincere and honest development of one's potential."

What?! Wow, slap me across the face from the grave man.

Okay, first of all—I feel that this was a direct message to me because I tend to put too much on my plate. Do you Reader? I do. So much so, that I've become that cliche—- Jack of All Trades, Master of None. Have you heard of it? I feel like because I like to do…A LOT, I have no time to really reach a potential of all these different things I want to do/accomplish. So my midnight rant has to do with that. Feeling like I'm good for nothing because lately, I feel like I can't seem to settle down a thought and expand it. This is especially true in writing. Maybe I should start meditating again. I am being reminded that my potential requires focus and dedication. That is difficult for a writer who constantly daydreams about living abroad, a writer who is stuck in her head, and a writer who imagines herself being kidnapped by aliens at night.

Then again, all this stress leaves me as soon as I get the urge to write something meaningful to me. Fantasies, fairies and fart—all ephemeral. Time for sleep.

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