“So what’s the next project?” My dad asks as we drive to Costco. “and I don’t mean videos, I mean what’s the next big venture.”
My jaded view towards pranks hasn’t been a secret for some time now. Naturally, my parents inquire what’s next for their day-dreaming, entrepreneurial son.
I go on autopilot, repeating the same variation of things I always say. “Probably documentaries or interviews. Music could be cool.” I’ve used this as an answer for the last couple years now.
“Huh.” He acknowledges. My dad is a very “I’ll believe it when I see it” kind of guy. Realistic and cautious. My mom on the other hand usually responds, “Oh honey you’d be so good at that!” to anything I’ve considered trying. She has more confidence in me than I do.
“A person’s success in life can usually be measured by the number of uncomfortable conversations he or she is willing to have.”
– Tim Ferris
Straight out of my bible, The 4-Hour Work Week, I guess I took that sentence a little too literally. #KingofAwkward
The truth is that progress and growth is uncomfortable. The problem is I’m addicted to comfort. I must break that addiction now.
*Does 30 push-up*
Ok. Hold on. *panting hard and loud* Let me just rest for a second.
*Wakes up, turns on TV to watch Mad Men*
*Continues watching Mad Men*
*Kills more time.*
Life is so fucking weird. I don’t know what the hell to make of it. I’m glad I could write this blog post though. Took me a minute to think of what to write but I finally just started writing. Sometimes you just need to sit and stair at the blank white for a while. That’s work. That’s the process.
I’m gonna turn pro. No more Mad Men. Time to work again. Work is fun. Work is life.
To me, what makes art in all it’s different forms beautiful isn’t just it’s appearance but also the knowledge of the honest hours of work and effort that was put into it.
Work is beautiful.
There is no honor in easy. There is no happiness in comfort.
“Many a false step by standing still.” – anon.
Thanks For Reading,
Los Angeles, CA