designer drugs.

he lives in a generation where everyone keeps a blog about how they would rather watch tv than figure out what they want to be when they grow up. although he's graduating and his year is the second last before a new generation. his classmates don't have a clue what they're doing besides blogging and devoting their lives to fandoms. everyone who knows what they're doing are either following what their parents want or headed towards dead-end arts jobs. this generation together is bigger than the baby boomers, yet we're too preoccupied with the concept of life we never really get around to living it. we're painting pictures and writing stories of what we expect life would look like if we were to ever join us.  he was asked by a child what his religion is, to this he had to stop and think. it's easy to blabber about not having a religion, not seeing the point of organized religion, even hating religion. he doesn't feel any of that, he just doesn't know yet, he wants to say he's searching without sounding life he's searching for a synonym for antichrist. he believes in the earth and the fire and the water and the plants, he believes an entity existed long ago but has died since the creation of earth. he believes in calming the soul to cleanse one's life. he believes in all sorts of things but not a complete way of religion. finally he settles between two answers: rainbow and sherlock. he has found his religion.  <3 <3