I think I’m not a designer. I think I can design but I don’t think I like that label. I say that I’m a poet and philosopher, but those don’t even fit me because I’m not practicing either one — I’m not educated enough in those fields to call myself that. I’m not a spectacular designer by any means. I think there are so many other designers that do much cooler things and have a lot more talent and skill both by hand and the computer. I think a lot and I like people. I enjoy the company of others as much as I enjoy the company of myself, but I also like to help others. Sure, I can do that being a designer but that word design itself makes me think graphic designer, then I compare my work to other people’s work and then it becomes all about who has more talent. I don’t think I’m the only designer that thinks about design and comparison. I think people are in a constant mode of comparing themselves to others and lose sense of who they really are.
I like what I like and that’s words. I like words, letters, sounds, sentences, paragraphs, statements, books and I like it when people talk and express themselves. I like it when people are open and people care. I like when people smile and ask questions because they are interested and they comment and voice their opinion. I like rhythm: I like poems, lyrics that communicate an idea, rhymes, spoken word. I like writing: the interplay of words with meaning and objective. I like to make sense. I like to understand. I like to know and learn and do. I really do. So, why should I just call myself a designer? I don’t understand why I should do that. Would people know that I like all that stuff when I say I’m a designer?
And, I like all that cool stuff too. I love those edgy, eye catching, funny, vibrant extremely well executed and refined pieces of work and their presentation. But why is it that I don’t want to be that? I don’t want to be like what’s going on out there in the front line of design and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t because my heart isn’t there. I just follow my heart — I really do. I’m pretty passionate about everything I end up doing and I make those decisions. I’m in charge of those decisions where my heart will enjoy what it feels.
What I know now is I just love people. I’m a happy person and all I really want to do is make a difference and contribute to a difference. I really really care about people and I’m interested in everyone I meet. And I choose to meet those people for who they really are. I like changing the way people perceive things by setting an example — which is by doing. If I don’t do it, no one will know what it is that I want to do or hope to do or have thought about doing…no one. It actually doesn’t matter at all, unless you do it. Then you can explain what you did and people will say, “whoa, you did that…you have guts man”. Yes, it’s about the risk. I live a life of seeking to find joy in everything and I can do that because I…
a) don’t watch tv
b) don’t go shopping
c) don’t compare myself to an idealogy
d) spend a lot of time to myself
e) talk to a lot of people
f) ask a lot of questions
g) spend time thinking about my work and what it means to me and it’s reason for making
h) listen to a lot of people
Most important thing is…I don’t even think I’m living a healthy life. My room is a mess, I have a million things I think about, I don’t spend enough time with my family eventhough I live with them. I put my work first — which is where my passion lies and I don’t do some of the basic things in life, like organize stuff or read more of the books that I have and actually schedule my time properly. I’m addicted to the Internet and I hate it because I love it. I sometimes just stare at the screen and repeat going to the same sites and I don’t even do any work. I don’t go to the gym, I don’t play any more sports like I used to years ago and I don’t
I wish this and I wish that. I wish and I forget I have. I wish people did and I wish people cared more to do. I wish I stopped writing about and thinking about what I think I should do and just do it. I wish I knew how to stop thinking about everythign at once and I wish that I stopped being so hard on myself…
Wait, I don’t know if I want all of that…
Maybe that’s why I’m writing instead of doing what I should be doing.
I think if you relate or you have something that you’d like to admit about yourself, you should reply to this because I would like to hear it and I’m sure others would too.