Went to Warped Tour 2004. It was fun. Saw Yellowcard. They're the best.
EDIT: So, I was thinking. Still dwelling, but trying to move on. You know, thinking. That thing that I love to do. And I was thinking...
Golden shackles. Even though my motivation is totally shot, I still have my memories... And memories activate. Memories help you remember. And what do I remember? I remember a lot of things! A lot of random things.
How to sing at Westpoint. How to pour water for people at a diner. How to do so many things...
And, no matter how bad I'm feeling, no matter what day of the week it is, or even if I'm on my dying breath, I'll always have memories of a time in my life where I was so alive I didn't know what to do with myself...
Will I ever see days like that? At this rate, who knows. Probably not, a decisive one might say.
But... To imagine for two seconds... One millisecond... One Warped Tour counting song (see ten, nine, eight, seven, six, etc. years)... If I could feel the fire of being alive, for just the shortest mmmbop of time, it'd be so worth it.
And I realize. We all make mistakes. And that's basically what happened. I made a mistake. I made a small yet large sweeping error in calculation. And I've done my fair share of damage and clean up. The rest is out of my hands.
But when I think of fire, and I think of so many organic things it is... Vices, prides, mistakes, and achievements all included... It just makes me think, how brightly can the fire burn? In the face of all this damage and strife, in the face of adversity? It's not a terrible adversity. Sure it's one I've afflicted on myself and others, but an adversity nonetheless. And my favorite history teacher would tell me that character is built upon the anvil of adversity. And I'm willing to say any adversity.
So I'd like to thank Warped Tour, for bringing me back to a place that gave me life. That no matter what happens, today, the next day, or in any other life time, that I have, deep within my heart, the days of days, the most golden of days where my heart bled garnet, I truly lived.
And no one can take that away from me.
No one.
Posted by Mark Canlas at August 9, 2004 01:11 AMisn't it funny how LIVING works?
you don't even realize it until something slams you down and takes it away from you-- whether it be a loved one or your own mental state.
that's when you know it's time to rise from the ash.
that's character, if you will, that's the time of day when the world awakens...