I am writing this just to get something out on a page. Damn this modern world for scattering my brains! I'm not even a sentence in, and I want to check my twitter. I've been meaning to write something for a while, but it's the content that alludes me. What to write about? I have so many disconnected thoughts throughout a typical day, but they are fleeting.

I heard a song, produced by a friend of mine, that got me to thinking. Another friend of mine sang it, and the song (albeit country) is incredibly moving. The instrumentation is perfect. I think about how much my life has been enriched by music, and how I have now chosen a path apart from that. It is distressing to think that will no longer be a significant part of my life.

What I'm saying is... although I swore upon graduating I would never do so... I wouldn't mind dating a musician. There is a part of that world still nested inside me. What if I start listening to Katy Perry, or getting into smooth jazz? Who is going to slap me in the face and say "Brent, that is garbage! Stop it!"

Also, what is up with airplane food?

I am so tired I may not finish this. But I am determined. A gateway into this avenue of my existence is too important to compromise for a few extra minutes of rest. Sleep is never content with what it gets anyway.

Who am I?

What is life?

What the hell?

These are questions I'll never be able to answer now (much less at the moment... I'm running on hops). But I care not for the answers. Life does not lie in the answers, nor in the questions. Life lies in self contentment. Or at least in my paradigm it does. Everything said by anyone should be appended with ATMP (According To My Paradigm). We are all limited by one, and should not bother trying to expand outside it. I will not try to do so, but only say that if you exist in my paradigm... get the HELL OUT!! It's not the best one around. The best one is probably that of Zach Braff. That jerk stole my life.

While skirting the profound, I have managed to stumble upon the amusing! And in the process have discovered my ineptitude to compose. Conclusively, it is perception that hampers me from reaching any manner of success in this area. As with all things Brent. So I must add another profundity to my philo-spouting: always assume you are capable of doing what you want. And for me, what I want is to write a capturing and grammatically correct blog post. As long as I do not use a preposition to end this sentence with.