It’s been a while since I’ve ranted out anything, unless you’ve seen me for the last 6 months, then you’re better off having coffee with me than reading this post.

So here I am again out of the illusive realization that life without a place to portray your feelings without any limitation is a life without slavery. Make sense, no?

Maybe not but we are who we are and no one else but ourselves can deny that. Well to say the least, 2011 was a great year full of new experiences and great moments shared with my loved ones. I’ve found a direction and motivation to spend my days tirelessly without concentrating on the bits and pieces that make the steps so goddamn difficult. But hey, aren’t we all learning? Nobody becomes awesome tomorrow if they suck today. It takes time. Too bad, all those happy ending fairy tales I grew up thought me that everything should be perfect but nothing is. You use all the theoretical analogies that conclusively excludes the extrapolation of minorities and focuses on majority and determine your action from there, or you can have a on what kind of life you want to have and do whatever it takes to get there. 

Thanks 2011, you have shown me that I would like to die at the age of 27 because I want to be just like the 27 Club Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Brian Jones and Robert Johnson. That is if I don’t own a studio apartment by then. 

Screw that.

2012 is going to be awesome!