David Bowie died this week. Cancer. He was 69.
Lemmy from Motörhead died a few weeks ago from cancer as well. I’ve only heard one Motörhead song but a lot of my friends were very upset by this news. I was also sad by proxy.
A few days after David Bowie, maybe even a week later, Alan Rickman also died. At age 69, of cancer.
Currently I am too far past the point of sleepy to put together succinct thoughts about either so I will just leave it here for now. I hope, one day, people will remember me for the contributions I’ve made and be a person they admire.
What happens when a dreamer is born to parents who aren’t dreamers? When there’s no support for doing what dreamers do, what happens to that person? I can think of a few possible outcomes. One being that the dreamer continues to dream, despite a non-supportive parental unit, and eventually draws in other dreamers who are teachers, coaches, friends, other family members who support their dreams.
Another way it could go is that the dreamer perseveres, alone. Letting the dreams come forward but suffering through life.
Or the pragmatists win and the dreams are suppressed, putting the resources toward achieving other goals. The dreamer is then afraid of dreaming, afraid to do what they want for fear of failure. That idea of failure that pragmatists have instilled in the hearts and minds of born dreamers who are now unable to feel right as a dreamer but are not actually pragmatists either. They like they are good at nothing.
So one year ago I heard about the Hyperloop through an article on Inhabitat.
I guess Jan 3rd will be my annual progress report on the Hyperloop’s construction:
I will post more blogs. Let’s say about once a week.
I will read more books, at least 12, I think.
I will travel more, and visit at least five new cities this year!
I will work out more. Five times a week ought to do it.
I will eat less food.
I will buy less clothes, shoes, purses. Limiting myself to one a month is probably adequate.