Last summer when I visited New York City, I discovered something that steered me through the darkest of psychological storms ever since.
When you're a mid-west punk amongst other mid-west punks, you recognize a general way of thinking: go to school, maybe go to more school, get a job, and be happy with all that. But what happens when you're a punk with a different line of thinking? What happens when you don't want to sag your head and hold your dreams just as low? What if you're not in the mood to obey?
You might end up singled out. You might hear the snickers from across the room. And all this might bring you down, especially if you're of the artistic persuasion.
With these things in mind, I wandered around the vast streets of New York City, looking for whatever it was I might have been looking for, and I think I found it.
There were thousands of people pursuing writing, painting, filming, etc. There was a such a variety of dreams, so to speak, who didn't believe they need to belong to the hive simply because they were a bee.
And all this inspired me.
It's a big world out there, so when you face reject and succumb to hate and doubt, remember you're only in one place. They say the sky's the limit, but that's untrue. The universe, or at least our understanding of it, is always expanding - just like our choices in life.
Like anything else, the sky is hard to reach, so distant and daunting. But once you reach the sky, there's the atmosphere to break and an enormous universe to explore. Instead of keeping your head in the clouds, keep it with the stars and interstellar dust. Keep in wandering further and further, and make sure it's out of reach for anyone to grab and bring down. There are no barriers, and this is what I learned in New York.