Today We Celebrate Our Independence Day

Independence Day 2016
“Good morning.

In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in this history of mankind.

Mankind — that word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests.

Perhaps its fate that today is the 4th of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution — but from annihilation. We’re fighting for our right to live, to exist. And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice: We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive!

Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!” Continue reading “Today We Celebrate Our Independence Day”

End of Year (A Depressing Soliloquy)

As I sit down in front of my PC after quite a long absence, I find myself not interested in informing you all of project statuses or 2016 plans for Epoch Art, but rather to discuss family, life, and love… (stop reading now and check back early next year if sentimental/emotional rants aren’t your thing – this is going to get real depressing really quickly). But before I get going here, let me just express that this isn’t a cry for help. I’m not suicidal and I never will be. So don’t freak out and misconstrue my message when you get to the end. Okay, last chance to stop reading…

Still here? Okay then.

The last few months, and especially the last few weeks, have been some of the most emotional of my life. They say the holidays are always stressful, yet somehow this year was the first time I ever felt that sentiment to be true. It was an incredible rush to have my beautiful girlfriend move in with me weeks before the holiday and us celebrate our first Christmas together. It was full of cheer: Christmas cards adorning the walls, poinsettias, Christmas cookies, tons of Christmas movies, even tons more presents, a gorgeous tree, and lots of love. But it was also twinged with heartache as I was in the hospital and subsequently the E.R. and, for an incredibly intense four days, I was worried I was going to die. Continue reading “End of Year (A Depressing Soliloquy)”