Freedom, again?

Today, which is also my first post for July, also considering it's the 4th, I'm gonna make a lengthy one, heh.

So, back to my point; Freedom is a gift, but gifts are given only to leave expectation. To get the 'gift' of freedom, you have to live your life completely free. Know that if you're free, then you must acknowledge that you cannot be tied down. Freedom is a gift, but it is also a curse. With freedom comes the price you must pay, the people who must suffer, the things you must go through to acquire. This may seem a cliche, but "Freedom isn't free."



The gift of freedom, isn't given of whim, or because you deserve it, it is given expectantly. Often it will be given with several items, several (un-needed and idiotic) requirements, or even guilt trippage. The worst things. It's what I affectionately call, "Catch 22." Mhm, you may know it. The Catch 22 situation is when you are left with one situation that is both good and bad and one situation that is bad and good. Honestly, it's like burning children to save the earth or burning the earth to save children. Which one is better? It's different, but hell, its free.

The curse of freedom descends to every generation, struggling teens desperate to make an image usually try to find freedom the most. To my belief, the leading cultures of every decade are always the ones trying to establish themselves, but only fell to the mainstream, so it became unoriginal, tied down. Think of the Flappers of the Roarin' 20's, it was first a few girls who decided it was cool, then it turns to be a nation-sweeping frenzy. the 30's and 40's lacked all originality and the 50's had more iconic music. 60's speak for itself, and 70's shouldn't be revisited. 80's was alright and the 90's had grunge, but that's not my point. My point is, that everything had something special and it all was exploited, like it always always is.

There always was some sort of price, but you know it's sometimes alright, it's sometimes worth it. It's always worth something.

Oh, well, I rambled far too long...


You never know the real freedom of living until come three inches from giving up living.

Well, let me update people who may be reading on my whereabouts,

I'm in South Dakota right now and am currently being a tourist. It's quite nice here and there are some great places to visit. Today, I was at the bad lands, I'll upload some. The Badlands also was responsible for my opening statement, haha, I nearly fell off the cliffs!

Well, Mattthias out, hugs and kisses, and all that cal.

School's out. for. summer.

I just got out of school.


I guess it's just a feeling of disbelief, ya know? Just the thought that everything like that was done, just in a blink. No big bang, no big "Suprise! You're out for three months!" No, none of that. I just thought. All the past year. The entire school year which just flew by.

Like I was on a train to nowhere and I was passing by some odd buildings in the distance. Looking back, I wasted some real big mistakes, some real big misses. I really somewhat think I should've thought it out more.


I should have done all my work, done all my assignments on time.

I probably also shouldn't have gone for anyone. I know it seems stupid, but I really shouldn't have looked for relationship, but it's all in the past. What hope does someone who thinks to be able to get someone. There never was a chance, so that's all aside now. I still hope whomever I once was fond for, can find solace and calm and love. Always.











I could not feel any better.

I've been described strangely, ya know. I changed myself this year, established myself completely differently from how I once was.

It's so easy when no one knows you at first, then you can establish self so much easier. Now look at me. Well, some thing don't change, oh well.

I've become so many things, a poet, musician, photographer. But, what have I made? What have I helped, who have I helped? I just feel like I'm watching over people, but not really doing a thing to help. Can't be helped, I guess.



Well, I still got my fingers, my camera, my music, my mind. There'll always be more to come, always be more to read, always more material as long as I breathe, I'll be thinking and I'll do my best to put it here.




What do we become?

Matthias, out.