The time is now, the place is here.

Northland College (NZ) principal John Tapene has offered the following words from a judge who regularly deals with youth…..”Always we hear the cry from teenagers ‘What can we do, where can we go?’…… My answer is, “Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons, and after you’ve finished, read a book. Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy and talent so that no one will be at war, in poverty or sick and lonely again.”

In other words, grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone, not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It’s too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you.

Doing the right thing, very rarely results in feelings other than guilt for the people you’ve hurt in order to make doing said “right thing” possible.

The world of English and crushed dreams.

Had a conversation at church this morning, with a girl who recognized me from school. We got talking about future jobs and career paths, since my years at high school are over. One thing lead to another and we somehow got on the subject of how, almost every single student in the Applied English class, now wants to be an author.

Don’t get me wrong, i know that a lot of the well respected writers of our day, didn’t do too well in high school. But, it seems that a growing number of “aspiring authors” don’t understand that it isn’t all about having a creative mind, and are relying on the idea of getting an “editor” to do the spell-check side of things. Sure, being creative is great, and wanting to go down that career path is brillant and brave but please, some people just need to learn a basic grasp of the English language before attempting to write.

Feeling sentimental.

Sitting here, packing the contents of my room, i’m suddenly realizing how much i’m going to miss this place. I’ve taken photos off the wall, and i’ve found homework that i failed to hand in two years ago. I also found my first ever guitar book, from when i sat on the floor for hours at a time, determined to master the skills of cords, notes, strumming and plucking. It is funny to think that, that very book and those very moments are the foundations of who i became. That book lead to me buying my first ever guitar ( a D27 ashton dreadnought acoustic) and thus inspiring my musical love. I don’t even remember who brought me that book, but i do know i owe them more than i’ll ever be able to give them. This year alone i’ve got to be part of an advanced music programme which allowed me to focus on vocals and guitar, i got to record a studio EP and have it put on itunes, i got to spend weekend after weekend in a truck, travelling the country with my music class meeting other music students and people of power. I got to lay guitar tracks down for a girl who now has a label contract, complete my own tour with my band ( two people still counts as a band right?) and play solo at the largest christian music festival in the southern hemisphere and now? i’m moving back to the country this whole adventure started in, to study a teachings degree specializing in, you guessed it - music.  So whoever had the idea to buy me that book, i owe you a life time of “thank you” you inspired me to achieve all this in one year, let alone what i’ve done in eighteen. 

Just watched these guys jam this again. I foresee some broken hearts tonight.