I am a consumer at heart. I truly feel that it’s my purpose in this world. To see, feel, watch, learn, everything the world has to offer. Whether it be books, music, or art, I feel I was destined to be the one consuming it. I want to live through those mediums and absorb all that they can give.
Not just art, but the world itself. I want to visit every castle, every temple, every garden. All that’s man-made and all God has touched the Earth with. I want to see everything I possibly can. I want to eat sleep and breathe in the feeling of discovery. I want to learn the culture of every country. I want to be enthralled by the newness of it all. I want to experience everything. I want to study every language. Be able to read books in their original state (because we all know how much can be lost in translation). I want to try every delicacy, every family-owned restaurant. I want to make music. I want to write books. I want to appreciate all that the human race is able to give. Because what is life if not the universe, and its people, experiencing itself?
Sure, there’s luxury in money, being rich. But what’s the point of being rich in material if you cannot be rich in life? I’ll never be able to settle down for that precise reason. I never want to be tied to one place. I want to live in London. Then New York. Then Italy. Then Greece, Switzerland, Finland, and maybe France. But that’s just Europe, don’t even get me started on Asia.
And music is just a completely different thing entirely. I cannot live without it. I want to be able to sit in my apartment, windows open to the sounds of the city, listening to an album for the sole purpose of dissecting it. I want to bear it’s every emotion, it’s every thought. I want to be able to understand the musician’s purpose in everything; the lyrics, the production, the tone. Everything down to the release date.
There’s something so deeply personal about music. Each lyric reveals something about the artist. Each word, each melody, breaks away at the block of marble, revealing who that person truly is. Because you cannot write, you cannot create without emotion, intention. In every art form, it’s the same. In every stroke of a brush, every mark of a pen lies meaning. Something that brought it there. Love, grief, anger, joy. There’s motivation toward everything. I want to be able to understand that, to see it when I look or listen closely.
I want to feel love and heartbreak, I want to feel the purest joy and the deepest sadness, just for the sake of feeling. I want to taste every flavor and see every sight. Because what else is there in life? We’re given so much yet so little time. I want to take advantage of the one-in-a-million opportunity we’ve been given. I want to experience as much as possible before that inevitable end. I want to experience everything, everywhere.