There is a YouTube director that I have just stumbled upon, sadly 1 year after his departure. After a brief look at his profile which seemed to be rather silly and fun (if nothing else) brought me to the rest of his videos, the reason behind all of his videos became apparent: a message of hope.
The following is my very brief description (including the videos):
Some guy who took on the username and persona "MadV" who ripped the idea from the story V For Vendetta led a cult-like following on YouTube (who doesn't?).
His videos were always very short, usually no more than 30 seconds or so, and each one was a simple view of one thing or another, several of them focusing on very simple yet seemingly impossible magic tricks.
He always wears a Guy Fawkes mask and a gray hoodie to keep his identity hidden, and he never speaks, just moves.
On May 9th, 2006 he posted a video saying goodbye to the YouTube community and to all of his fans with a compilation video of his previous videos throughout his time as part of the YouTube Community.
Then on November 16, 2006 he released one last video:
Noted as the "Number One Most Replied To Video of All Time on YouTube (3000+ video responses)", 1 month later, on December 22, 2006, he compiled several of the responses into his last submitted video:
He has not been seen since on YouTube and has made no clear attempt to do so again. His final message is not only easily understood, but easily doable.
Feel free to redistribute this through your own bulletins, your blogs, anything you see fit.
Regardless of the fact that we are all going to die, that the planet will eventually be destroyed for one reason or another, we are still one race, one collective people, and we do have the ability and the chance AND the time to make things better.
The collective people can topple any barrier, any boundary, and any obstacles; it's just a matter of coming together and realizing the very few differences we have and making something great out of it.
It's up to each and every one of us whether we want to make a difference.
I go through my friend's page once every month or so and I see 3 pages (because it won't go back any farther than that anymore) of all sorts of people living their lives in fantastic and beautiful ways that only mask bits of stress here and there.
Every day spent here makes me more aware of what my life has become, and is quickly becoming.
I am not going anywhere, I will not make it anywhere, and no matter what, the world will continue without me.
That sore, isolated feeling is constant. That loneliness that creeps up to your side and puts its hand on your shoulder in a condescending way every so often just sort of sits there on mine like a parrot. Squawking, speaking into my ear "You're stuck. You're alone, and you're stuck."
I have no real talents, no real drive, no real purpose anymore.
The future scares me to no end, the past haunts me at every turn, and the present doesn't last long enough before it changes into one or the other.
I have lost my spunk, my flare, my passion, my ability. It's all gone.
What's left is an empty shell that's only getting more hollow with each passing day.
I always thought that I would have what I don't have now. And it's eating away at me.
I don't know how much of an impact this will make on anyone, or if anyone will really read this, but I felt as though I had to say something.
All of you that are or did graduate this year (class of 2006) I wanted to say that all of you sort of give me hope for the future.
Reading all of your entries thus far about the summer between High School and College so much has become apparent about all of you that I hadn't quite noticed before, and I think it's great. You all have such uplifting views on several specific subjects and it just makes me very glad to know that I have the chance to read it and even use it all to my advantage.
I really don't think any of you will do anything short of amazing in the long-run.
I know I'm not really that close to any of you, but thank you.
So it has been even longer since I've touched this thing (I fuckin' hate you, myspace).
Man, I really hate myspace...
Anyway. Life on the glorious, open road has been tolerable for the majority of the time, and here as of late quite wonderful.
I have a job set up already for summer (and hopefully at least one more, too), plans to hang out with my younger brother hardcore and to go to Kentucky sometime to hang out with them as well, and and and stuff.
I'll make some sort of horrible, seemingly endless post about the past year or so and try to make it interesting, but don't count on it.
My entire summer is under my control, so if there's anything you would like to do just let me know and I'll fit it in somewhere, I'm sure.
Saint Patrick's Day. It's lucky, right? Has to do with leprechauns and clovers and green and blah blah, luck. Myyyyyy ass.
My entire night's plans were ruined by a crate falling on my head (on accident) and my having to come home to see if I had suffered a concussion or not. Luckily I'm okay, just a nasty cut, but come on...
I always thought that on top of it being a lucky day I would have it doubly so considering my name, my hair color, and my dominant heritage. But noooooo....
Lame. St. Patrick's Day can eat me from now on. Until it redeems itself I will loathe the day of Patrick the Saint.
Hardcore bile puke for roughly 12 hours straight isn't cool. Don't do it.
We had a tornado watch in the area today. The weather during the day rocked being all soggy and warm and windy all at the same time. And then it was really windy and cold and rainy and it still rocked.
Power was going crazy all over due to hardcore winds, and "Summertime" played in Centennial Station during dinner, which was neat, too.
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