This post is mostly for my friends, because I know they’ll get it.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and had a good conversation about it with James the other night. This might be a little scattered, so bear with me. I think what it comes down to is that hardcore isn’t really something I’m involved with, because that doesn’t do it justice. Hardcore is the reason nearly every single person who matters to me is a part of my life. Hardcore taught me to challenge myself, and to think critically about my actions and beliefs, and to keep trying to improve myself. Hardcore gave me self confidence when I had none, and made me comfortable with standing for what I believe. Hardcore had given me more knowledge, experience, friendship and love in the last 10 years that many people get in their entire lives. It taught me that I don’t have to settle for having people in my life just because “They’re around”. It gave me a ton of friends, but also taught me that not everyone deserves to be a part of my life and that sometimes you have to make cuts. Most of all, Hardcore is so much a part of my being, that I don’t know what I’d do without it. It’s just a natural thing at this point, I don’t really think about it because Hardcore is second nature. It’s what I do, it’s who I am, and I don’t regret a single second of it.
I’m grateful that my life took this path and I’m grateful for the incredible people I’ve surrounded myself with.