We create or we die.
ith the birth of each new year I hear over and over again that this last year was the worst year people could have ever had. They hope that this next year will be a good one, a better one. How many messages have you seen this year about giving 2014 the finger? I saw as many as last year. I even saw a few of the 2013 haters showing back up to hate 2014 and say that 2013 was so much better. I will preach the power of perception until the end of time. It’s not the year, it’s you. It’s not what happens to you, it’s what you make of it. With each passing year I have to wonder if it takes a bit of psychological malfunction in order to perceive goodness. Some pretty terrible things happen to us throughout the years and it takes a lot to convince yourself that it’s going to be just fine. That’s a true belief that everything is fine, but balanced carefully between a grasp on reality and just a touch of psychological imbalance. We live in a terrible world where people do horrible things. Every year in review shows us that. Yet those of us who survive the worst can come up with the best. It’s the people with their time snatched away from them that find more time to do what they love. It’s the down and out, the impoverished and unwell who will pull themselves from the bed and stick themselves in front of their chosen creation station. In Fourculture Magazine, on Fourculture.com and broadcasted via FC Radio we have found the best of the best from the underground. The pain is put aside to present our pleasure. We shall dance our dances. We shall paint our agony away. We will play our metal when the cluster of life’s ache agonizes. We will write our mercies and celebrations. Whether it be paid and when it is more than likely “another damn free gig,” the artists push themselves another step further towards the warm light. I’ve learned how to tear down the bearing wall and put a window where it ought to be. Most importantly above all else we, the artists of the underground, will do what we do because there is no choice. We create or we die. We express ourselves or repress to nothingness. Life on this planet gives no choices. Karma is but a laugh and a repetition that you realized after a couple of turns. The Earth spins and we swallow time. It’s how we perceive that time in which makes a creature prevail. Otherwise it’s nothing but another garbage pile. If it’s a new year or a new month you always have the choice to enjoy yourself no matter what may happen with each passing moment. The perception is yours because it emanates from your very own optical sensors. When madness seeps through every crack of your sphere you have the power to take two steps into insanity and smile wildly. Responsibility has always been a response to your ability.
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