Late Night/Early Morning Thoughts on this Blue Rock
I don't know how much time I have left on this small blue rock. None of us do, really.
I hope it's a long time, but today's not promised. I know they say tomorrow's not promised either, but you have to take it one day at a time, you know?
I just hope I made a good impression on folks in the end.
I want to live a life where people will remember me fondly. I want folks to look back at how I treated them & others rather than what I've made or created, but if people dig what I did, that'd be pretty cool too.
I want people to think of me and say, "Hey, that Jeff Harris was a pretty cool dude."
I'm just trying to be a decent person in this life.
I think I'm doing okay.
Some days... some nights, I feel I'm not doing enough. Sometimes, I think I'm just overthinking everything. I just know one thing.
I want to create stuff that people will like. Stories, art, ideas... life's a canvas.
Granted, it's a very expensive canvas, but as a professional artist, that's not unfamiliar circumstances.
You need money to make money, and I need to put myself out there a lot more than I do. Still, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling my age lately.
I fear I missed my chance ages ago.
So... I think that's why I'm thinking out loud tonight... *looks at clock*... this morning.
I'm good. Tired and broke, but good.
I just know when I wake up in the morning, I'll still create things. Think of new ideas. Expand my older ones.
That's what's keeping me here a lot longer these days.
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