Bad Religion

Not sure what else to say.  I'm psyched to go see them. I guess I would be happier if they were playing with Pennywise or Social D.  But that would just be ludicrous.  I used to listen to so much punk when I was younger.  I'm not sure when I stopped, but I most definitely don't have it in my playlist like I used to.  I guess that's to be expected.  As I get older my musical taste become more refined and classy.  Thus my penchant for gangsta rap.  Sometimes I don't don't know what I am thinking when I put on music and like it.  It really makes no sense at all.  I did come home the other night, it was about 4am, and I put on Pink Floyd's The Final Cut and lay in bed for about an hour just enjoying it.  I sat in rapt amusement, just listening to the depth of each word, each note, and let it fill me.  Sometimes I forget how powerful music is.  With so many senses being constantly assaulted, I find it harder and harder to focus in on most simple pleasures.

I have this worry that we are becoming so desensitized by technology and the overwhelming need to have constant stimulation.  This exponential growth is simple unsustainable.  There is some event on the horizon.  I don't know what.  The pessimist in me is whispering some cataclysm.  But most of me would like to think there is some mass epiphany.  A global shift of consciousness.  But what could bring about such a change.  That is what worries me.  People really tend to react only to crisis.  It is just becoming harder and harder to have faith in my fellow man.  I am ever impressed with human ingenuity, art, creativity, science, technology, but I just know so many negative people, it makes me wonder.

Or maybe I am just being a little overly dramatic.  I do know that I have one recourse, whether things are good or things are bad.  I need to be the best person I can.  I need to exact a positive change in this world. After all, "the ocean is made up of drops" - Mother Theresa. She may not have come up with the phrase but I'll credit her since she is who I remember saying it.  There is something liberating in insignificance.

On a side note, I just signed up for some yoga classes.  I have always resisted this for fear of being labeled a yuppie or something like that.  But I am in this "try new things" kick and it seemed like the thing to do.  Also, I could only benefit from being more lithe and limber.  That, and I could use some meditation practice.  When I was first dealing with panic attacks, I did a lot of meditating.  Over the last 8 or so years I have become less centered in some ways and need to reconnect with my self.  A little introspection never hurt anyone.