Hope In Hell, by Hope In Hell
5 track album
Hope In Hell
Modern Hardcore Punk
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Food for thought.
It seems every time I take a look around at my generation and the “information” blatantly shoved down our throats from every direction, I grow not only more antagonized, but confused and honestly.. offended.
I am turning 23 next week. I’m 5 years out of high school and a lot has changed. 5 years ago I was spat out the end of the assembly line and took the obvious road of tertiary education, however my passion was art, so I chose a course in visual arts. It only took 6 months for that passion to be beaten out of me, made to feel like an absolute idiot for even considering taking something like art seriously, so I was talked into pursuing a trade. Another 6 months of my youth (that I will never get back) passed, with 2 failed attempts at starting an apprenticeship in a field that vaguely interested me for about 5 minutes, leaving me in an even worse position than before.
I was totally miserable, lost, confused, angry and scared. It was the best thing that could have happened to me.
It forced me to say, ‘Fuck it, I’m going to find myself a mediocre service job, meet some new people and find my feet. I’m going to chase what I love, keep the people who I connect with close, and cut ties with the rest.’
I’m 5 years older, I’ve traveled overseas, I’ve experienced heartbreak, I’ve met some amazing free minded people, I’ve met even more ignorant, self righteous people, I’ve gone vegetarian, I’ve bought a boat, I’ve got stupidly wasted to the point of memory loss countless times. I am human, but I feel so much more aware.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not recklessly slagging the education system. I think if it’s the pathway to take you to where you want to be, it’s great. I’m saying that’s all it should be. Not a social standard breathing fear into every innocent 17 year old, to regurgitate information from text books, in subjects that don’t even interest you, because they will get you the highest enter score, so you can go to the best university, so you can regurgitate more information from text books, live barely on the poverty line and deal with massive stress every day, while you pour thousands and thousands of dollars into the pockets of the already wealthy, because that’s just what you HAVE TO DO. And this apparently gives you a free ticket to think the world revolves around your study timetable. And then who knows? You could be just like me, standing at the end of the assembly line thinking ‘Fuck, is this even what I want in my life?’
I now have a roof over my head, I eat well, I have great friends, and I pour basically every physical/emotional/moral/financial fiber into fronting a hardcore band, while working a hospitality job with some pretty unique and interesting people. And yet, every day I get looked down on and hurled tongue-in-cheek comments, because I don’t fit the mould? It’s one thing coming from my parents generation, because they grew up in a very different time. But being constantly undermined by people my age, who for some reason think they know everything, doesn’t sit well. I am an intelligent, bright, interesting young adult, despite how much I’m made to feel like I’m not. No matter how much I withhold judgement and try to accept people for who they are, it doesn’t seem to work both ways very often.
It’s crazy to think that doing what’s right for you can be made SO HARD by society. But I guess that’s part of our rites of passage.
Take a step back and look at the big picture, life is fucking short, and I believe we are all as lost as each other, whether you’d like to admit it or not. So be yourself, work to your strengths, create something, travel, experience something, get the dollar signs out of your eyes and forget about results on a fucking piece of paper.
I want to inspire, to provoke thought in my generation, because I know there’s so many others like me out there. I guess this poorly written tumblr post at 3am that no one will read is a great start. Peace.
R.I.P to all the friendships where we acted like lovers at some point, and now we barely talk.