“When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened.”

I want to be clear. I believe human beings have limitless potential. I believe we can all be amazing at something. I generally believe some people have goodness. I believe there are good people with good intentions, and so on. But the majority of us, are scum.

The number one lie, one that reverberates in my soul like an organ made of the flesh of bunnies, played by Satan, conducted by Hitler, in a concerto written by Vlad the Impaler is:

You, can do ANYTHING you want to do when you grow up.

Let's hop in the 'way back machine'. Back to Kindergarten. Back to kisses on foreheads, play-doh, legos and super soaker summers. When your teachers and adult fascists told you That despicable lie. But here's the thing. The rest of the cliched quote should have been; You can do anything you want to do when you grow up if, you have the money, the willpower, the connections, the know how, the determination, and a whole shit ton of luck. I know some of you are saying "duh". But look at us. Since birth we're filled with this notion of having anything at our disposal, this entitlement. We're sitting on our couches by the millions watching 'True Blood', eating Pizza Hut Pasta Bowls for one, slurping our 'Mountain Dew code 7 defcon red wild mix berry'. If we're not out spending our 8% of our income that is expendable on over priced Jager bombs and Bud Lite at the chain restaurant, trying to get some affirmation, or affection from a counterpart that shares our sloth like compatibility with the world.

All of us 20-something, reality tv show watching brainwashed, Angus 1/3rd pound burger eating fuckers. Our dreams have changed. Since being a little boy, I dreamed of flying through the stars on a rocket ship, or being a rock star. Because I could do ANYTHING I wanted to do when I
grew up. What did you want to be? President? A millionaire? A movie star? Or di you want to be a waiter? A welder? An I.T. Technician? Did you want to be a plumer? Did you lay in bed at night and dream of your perfect adulthood and think "Man I want to sell used cars forever"?

Our goals die. Our inner light dies over time and we settle for lives more readily available and slap an ugly fucking label on it. We call it maturity, as if letting go of a dream counts as adulthood in itself. We believe/make ourselves believe that happiness can be found in the time that is in between 5pm and 9am. That you work 40 hours on the grindstone, and have a family,
and your fulfillment will follow. And then when you decide to go make a little human, and they look up at you with their youthful faces, you tell them with envy, "You, can do anything you want to do when you grow up."

I admire the baby boomers. I admire the fact they continually said this to us. They sacrificed their lives, at least 40 hours a week of them, to give us opportunity. Unfortunately, I don't think we share their motivation. I think because "We can do anything we want" we waited for it to be handed to us on a silver platter. We wanted direction to come to us. I wanted my space ship to land in my back yard. I wanted the chairman of Sony to call me and say "Oh please Ruckus PLEASE play madison square garden".

My mother worked everyday of her life to give me the opportunity to do what I wanted. She gave me instruments, that I never practiced hard enough on. She bought me books, I skimmed instead of reading. She bought me healthy food, that I sneered at while I ate Doritos, and double quarter pounders with cheese.

It's that selfish entitlement that's ruining our way of life, and although it's going to take sometime, I believe I will find my real dream and follow it, and it will be because I refuse to live an existence of servitude to other servants.

For the 10% of you doing what you want and following your dreams, I salute you. I envy you. I loathe you. But, give me some time, I'm catching up to you.

And to the 90% of you, willing to allow yourselves to "Grow up", I implore you to work towards something. Set yourself a fantastic goal, and just work a few minutes at it each day. Even something small. Repetition can save you from the mundane. Learn an instrument, or another language. You'd be so surprised what you can accomplish.

Because you, can do ANYTHING you want to do.

-Ruckus