It’s Mother Fking Game Time.

Everyday, you have choices. You can choose to have a banana or an English muffin for breakfast. You can wear the green shirt, or you can wear the navy button down. You can choose to be content and complacent, or you can choose to be productive and progressive. You can choose to have a positive attitude, or you can choose to degrade yourself into a miserable state of mental anguish.

You can wake up when your alarm goes off in the morning, or you can hit snooze and be tardy to eight AM lecture for music theory. You can finish that paper, or you can go outside and toss a frisbee. You can practice your horn even though you don’t feel like it, or you can veg out completely and do nothing.You can tell yourself that there’s no way you can compete with the fantastic talent here at IU. You can feel disdain every time you pick up the trombone, because you just aren’t ever going to be good enough. You can wonder what life would be like if you had to finish school back at home.

Or you can realize that this is the opportunity of your fucking lifetime, and if you don’t take advantage of it, it will take advantage of you. You can decide every day to try harder than you did yesterday. You can bitch and moan about the shitty roommate you were given, and let your imagination run rampant with images of that guy, and curse the puddles that soak through the hem of your jeans. And then you can take all of those emotions, the crappy ones and the happy ones and the bitter ones and the sweet ones, all the hate and the love that you give and are given, and just blow them right out the fucking bell of your horn for all you’re worth. Make the sweetest, most emotionally-driven music you’ve ever made in your life.

And then, and only then, can you ask yourself if you’ve done the right thing.

You can do this, man. Take it seriously.

So don’t doubt yourself.

Just do it.

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~ by posaune on 17 November 08.