So I was just thinking. If we found an alien civilization would they be so different to us? If they had the same level of technology as us probably not.
First I though well you would probably find square buildings right.. we build square buildings because it make make a lot of sense to do that. They are not just going build strange shaped buildings like you see in the moves just because they look cool. They would have to be some kind of logical shape.
They would probably use a bunch of the same materials we do as well. After all we use them because they where easy to invent and easy to make. So it likely they have made a bunch of the same discoverys as us. After all they are on a alien plant not in an alien universe. Chemistry and physics would still be the same.
They would also be social and live in groups. You don’t get very far unless you share information and resources. Thinning about that they would also have to have some kind of schools. I don’t you would expect every person on the planet to discover and teach everything to themselves. You just wouldn’t get anywhere.
Hospitals, Doctors and Police are all also very likely. Some kind of book like object would have to exist. Maybe even a kind of internet.
Probably so very far away there is a alien guy thinking about adding new post to his on-line journal.
I wish I was special… Even right now as I listen to this song I don’t feel I could say anything to please that part of my mind.
I have taken a year out of University to work on music. Why… because I wish I was something. To be an artist is so deeply embedded in my mind now that I don’t think I could feel complete doing anything other than this.
This cycle I’m in right now is crazy. I wonder at music untill I feel inspired. Then I start a new track. I work and work on it until that part of my mind that has wondered at some of the greatest artists of our time hears what I’m making. After this all I can do is hate myself for not being as good as I would like to be. At this point I could be working on the next number 1 hit of this week and it wouldn’t matter. All I can hear is what I’m not making.
Let the cycle continue… Why do I hate this so much? Why do I love this so much?
What happens when the day comes that I give up on music and decide to just be a normal person. Time is ticking and I’m not sure if future me could deal with that. For even day after what my life is not would be a consent reminder.
If I’m not a musician then who am I.
There is pressure from everyone around me to do it. They hate their lifes and wish me to join them in that mundane existence. I dont think I could explain what this means to me if I tried.
What is an identity crisis anyway…