<p>Every moment adds to the equation that equals me, and I dont regret a single action Ive taken. Although, after years of self-discipline, I have yet to become the product of that equation. There is a gap between reality and dreams, and though I have seen the other side, and fallen into the river of consciousness below, I must be tall enough to cross that gap. I will lay down, and others will cross it with my aid. </p>
<pre><code> In 1997, I was diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome. Self-control was a mystery to me; I was a slave of simple miscalculations within my brain. I was put on a high dose of medication that involved some ill effects. I began sleeping 20 hours some days, and not at all some other days. When I got fed up with this form of self-mutilation I stopped taking the drugs, and began to look for a safer, more natural way to gain control of myself, no matter what someone with Ph. D. would say. This is when I began reading the works of the 14th Dalai Lama.
Though my childhood may seem complicated, in public I led quite a typical life. Friends, girlfriends, and video games. The usual. Now able to function in society, I felt I had to keep all of my problems secret. Free of artificial help, it was up to me to learn about myself. But there was another layer to me, and I was afraid of what it was. Its my meaning; my purpose, and I could not even fathom the idea of that. I embarked on a journey to come to terms with it.
In 2001, I was experiencing nightly narcoleptic attacks, namely hypnagonic paralysis. With this came hallucinations and paranoia, and even more loss of mental control. Long story short, I wound up in contact with a Buddhist monk who told me to face my fears and induce the paralysis. With the process he taught me, I learned how to control my hallucinations and enter a lucid dreaming state. I did this to come to terms with my purpose, but that would never happen in my own little box. I could read myself like a book now, but what would the pages say? It said I am a creator, and that what I want to do, have always wanted to do, and will always want to do, is bring my imagination into reality.
I realized how my life had trickled down this path, not guided by any supernatural force, but merely my longing to dream. Everytime I picked up my guitar or keyboard, everytime I wrote a short story or a poem about trees or Shinto kami or ancient pagan gods, everytime I read the words of Siddhartha Gautama or the Dalai Lama, and everytime I fought back a tic or escaped from a paralysis attack; it all led up to this. Me. Now. Without every single event, I would not be able to do this, and Im thankful that I have been tested and tried constantly, and yet have overcome hardships and gained control of myself and my future. Total control.
Now a man, I am able to create as I please. I will create a new aesthetic universe that others can enjoy, and turn my tamed delerium into an auditory and visual experience. I will make music, I will make films, and I will make whatever future standard of creation surfaces in the future, with the wisdom, education, experience, and opportunities available with the University of California.
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