What is hardcore? I need someone to clear it up for me. Because I thought it was a community where every walk of life who felt alone, broken, and shattered could come and feel accepted. I thought it was less about the band name on your shirt and more about loving the music. Less about what comes out of your mouth and more about what you do. Not giving a fuck about what people think and doing what you know to be right in your heart. Yeah, breakdowns are cool but hardcore is about way more than that, so get your shit straight.
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| — | Jesse Barnett (Stick To Your Guns) |
A well-known speaker started off his seminar holding up a $20.00 bill.
In the room of 200, he asked; “Who would like this $20 bill?” Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.” He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, “Who still wants it…?”
Still the hands were up in the air. “Well,” he replied, “What if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air.
“My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.
We may feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE. You are special. Don’t EVER forget it.
The thing with depression is, it just hits you sometimes. One second you might actually feel okay and the next you feel lifeless. It’s like all the life within you has been sucked out, and your body is left sitting there, limp. You don’t feel real, you don’t feel anything. But then comes the pain. That gut wrenching horrible unexplainable pain, that latches onto every fiber of your being and refuses to let go. It’s this feeling that drives you to the brink of suicide. You long to escape, to feel relief, to reach oblivion.
