Specifically when I’m high. Because naturally, the term in itself and what it stands for just represents “bad”. Drug: bad. Alternative state of mind: bad. High, stoned, blazed, what have you: bad. And maybe it is and maybe it isn’t, but as much as I or the next stoner would want to disagree, this is frowned upon in someway or another. I, and not only I, think this is bad.

But there’s the larger part of me that doesn’t care whether or not it’s “bad”. Because it’s an area of life that isn’t frequently delved into. It unwraps different states of consciousness that the common person wouldn’t necessarily be aware of. So yes, I’m high. So yes, it’s “bad”. But during this state, and during whether or not it’s good or bad, I create.

I always create.

Because if I get paranoid, or if I get depressed, or if I get lonely, I know that I have a notebook. And I have a pen and I have markers. And however bad I may feel at any moment, I know that I will create something that I will look back upon and only remember the good. Remember the people, remember the thoughts, remember the inspiration and the creation and the contemplation. And that’ll really be all that matters.

And isn’t that really all that matters?

Isn’t it that we’re all just on this world to find someway to keep us here after we die? Isn’t that the goal? Immortal life, never being forgotten, leaving behind some kind of legacy. If not a legacy, just something. Something that let’s people know that something about you or your life was good. No matter how paranoid, depressed, lonely, or however bad you felt at one time or another. Just as long as people see the other people, thoughts, creations and contemplations that brought about inspirations. Just as long as you see it.

Just as long as you remember that the bad won’t stay unless you make it.