Give up your safe, sane, satisfying and sedentary life -
and go be fucking amazing.
Everywhere you go.
With everyone you meet.
You should skip the foreplay and formality of social normatives
and dive into being terrifyingly incredible.
Live fast. Stop waking up in the night crying,
because you’re on the way to dying.
Being dead is going to be the greatest thing ever,
and the only interim goal should be to never,
never live a moment down.
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I'm trying to make the most of what I have, and take each day with what I am given. I am learning to stop underestimating people so that I can start seeing the bigger picture and work towards a new understanding of life and a better way to function together. When I accomplish that, I will not only start to understand where I am going in life, but also my purpose in it, and what role I have to play in this great adventure.
Sometimes we just need to sit back and say ok, things are going to be ok. Have that hope that will carry us across that line when we can stop running and just breathe. Tilt our heads to the sky and start to spin combining the blue and whites that we see together until we fall and see that green grass we hear is so better on the other side. I’ve burned bridges and broken hearts all the while excusing it with ‘im just trying to find myself’ for the last couple years I’ve learned so much about myself that it’s quite possible I’ve forgotten some of the essential qualities needed to say ‘this is me’ my finger prints will never change nor will the color of my eyes but the depth that you are willing to dive will tell you all that you need to know about what I hold dear.
Don’t slow down, drive fast, slam your foot on the gas and look straight ahead. I earn my money to spend it, and I crack jokes to make people laugh. I ignore all the things that need my attention, and give my life to the things that make it worse. Life happens and we deal with it as it comes, wearing hoodies and chuck T’s, in the words of Matt and Kim I’m feeling restless and don’t want to slow down. I’ve been in school for about three years now and absolutely still feel like I’ve acomplished nothing, things need to change, but I’m scared to let go of this damn steering wheel. I want to slam on the breaks but I’m not wearing my seatbelt, and I’d rather not have glass break my face. The ominous music leaves me feeling seperate and unfocused, I must admit that I’m still dealing with being stabbed in the heart. The gloves I’ve knitted are starting to come undone and I’m left staring at the hands that have no crass, and for that matter I’ve seemed to lost my moxie. Damn it it all to hell, this is all my own doing and undoing and I just want to break down and say fuck it all but what good would that do but push me down even lower than I already feel. Life is not the same without you, and somedays’ I want to scream, and kick and say that it’s not far that you’re not here. Somedays’ just seem better than the rest, and this is not one of them; today I feel so alone. I’m reaching for the towel to throw it in, but I can’t seem to bring myself to actually give up, I want to do something more, something better, but I feel trapped inside the box I’ve created for myself. The sky I see is not the blue it should be, nor is the shine shinning as bright as you told me it could be. The highway I’m on has seen many mountains but as it seems I can see as far as the horizon and there’s nothing there but land and sky. There’s shapes I see that others don’t, and it leaves me with the creeps, and I wonder why this is what my imagination gives me. I dream loud so that others can hold me to it, but they’re not the ones who have the foot on the pedal- it all comes down to me, and I must say I think I’m starting to fall asleep to the music on the radio. This was my vacation and it was meant to be taken with you.
Be exceptional.
