Crash

I think life can be summed up by a few perfect moments. These are the things that we will remember for the rest of our lives, the things that become etched into our memories permanently until the day we die. I guess sometimes we don't even realize that they are happening, but you can always tell they have happened because 10 years from now you will remember them. Moments like this are worth everything....They are the perfect day spent with the perfect person...they are the goal you finally achieve after working so hard on something you love.....they are the way the way you feel when you realize you've fallen in love....they are worth getting in trouble for, worth bad credit, worth suffering through pain...they are worth everything. I guess that's what sacrifice is all about.
These moments are sharply contrasted by the worst moments of our lives...these would be the bad memories that we have. While some of our worst memories are completely out of our control, without the bad there could be no good, and some of our worst moments and memories come directly from the sacrifices we make in order to seek out the fleeting perfect memory. Funny how life works I guess, but without the ups and downs its just a flat emotionless ride. I'd rather die than live without purpose.
My name is Ryan.
I may as well start off by telling you what I love. This isn't going to be easy, although I suppose I'm not the first person in the history of myspace that has had to think about the things I truly love in life for the sake of trying to explain exactly who I am and where I'm coming from...
I love nice weather. By nice I mean 23 degrees celsius, a nice breeze, and a shady spot to sit. At the same time I love a good thunderstorm...one that shakes the ground and spits forks of lightning through the sky. I love music. That's my one true love, and I've gained and lost so much because of it. I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my mom...she is the most tolerant woman I've ever known or ever will know. I love to sit and think...that would have to be my favourite way to pass the time, but lately it seems like it's causing me more stress than anything. I love lasagna, who doesn't? I guess really I just love food in general. Trying new food is fantastic, I love to taste things I've never had the chance to enjoy before. I guess I just love life in general.
I'm an old man and I guess now I realize that I fear time and mortality (which I thought was pretty well depicted by the painting in the background). Time is the biggest tragedy in life in my opinion. Not time itself, but the effects of time on us. The way it deteriorates our bodies and minds. Time makes everything fade eventually. The idea that there have been countless people that have come before me and have been totally forgotten is mind blowing and saddening, but that's where we're all headed someday, destined to be forgotten. You may say that people will remember us, and that our memories will be passed on, but eventually even those people will fade. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing.
As I mentioned before, I am in love with music. I sing. I am in an awesome band called Silvercade (you can find us on here at www.myspace.com/silvercade), and now I'm looking to my future with music. It's never looked so bright....the guys I'm playing with at the moment are easily the most talented musicians I know, now it's just a matter of getting our stuff out to the rest of the world.
There was life before music though. I went to Seneca College for the Underwater Skills program (underwater welding, construction, inspection, etc...) and I worked in that field for 2 years before giving it up to chase a dream. I loved it though, don't get me wrong. It was just impossible to do both, and if you ask me it's far more important in life to have the opportunity to live a dream than it is to work a job that you kind of like. This being said, I've been called crazy more times than I can count for making this decision. I say you live one time, so make the most of the one life you get...and working my ass off everyday for money doesn't seem like the true path to happiness. When I look back over life someday I don't want to say I lived to make a buck, I want to say I lived and loved what I did and the choices I made. The secret to life is never having to work a day in your life, and I know that if I were even making a modest living singing, I'd be the happiest man you'd ever meet.
I guess I still haven't really covered all the bases here, but I feel kind of crazy spending so much time explaining myself when I'm not sure that anyone is actually going to read this. If you want to know anything about me, just ask, I'd love to talk to you and hear your thoughts on this game we're all playing called life.
Message me or leave me a comment and I promise I will get back to you.