If you knew that you had the chance to have something in your hands, would you grab it? Hold on to it? Like it could actually be there in your grasp, and its just a matter of whether you chose to do it or not.
Like when you’re at McDonald’s, and there’s the whole menu list of items, and you’ve got money in your hands. What’s actually stopping you from ordering the entire list of burgers, fries, and sides? Your appetite probably never stopped before.
I feel that moment a lot of the time. I don’t know if anything other than actual cash in my hands stops me from trying something that I want to do. I don’t mean making money, because I think money is false in any case. I don’t mean owning property, or driving some fancy car. I actually mean building something with my own hands, so that I can say that I had made something myself. A part of me wants to learn how to melt metal down, so that I can learn how to make my own engine, and from there, weld out something that might run as a motorcar.
It’s a weird part of my brain that says “the possibilities are endless! You just need to try it today.” Perhaps blame lies in the millennial education, where we’re told constantly that we’re special and the world can change because of our actions. If the world could change, then the world would have also collapsed with the lack of my homework in secondary school.
In any case, I rebuilt one of my old keyboards today, after not touching it for quite a good many months. Why? Because I could I guess. I knew how to get something going, and to make something again, man, it feels good. It feels great. That might have been why I really latched onto keyboard building. It just makes life feel really different. Maybe that’s why I’m very happy doing art, because I’m actually making something, instead of buying it over from someone else. I’m making something special, or so I tell myself.
It’s quite a nice night tonight, and I’m glad I sat down to rebuild my keyboard.
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