So goddammit, free Pimp C

[psalmofromance]

Nothing is true unless we want it to be, everything is sacred unless we choose to ignore it, we are the only ones who can give ourselves permission to think or feel or act in any certain way. We are the authors of our own lives after all, and as some famous writer once said, what makes a story is not the plot or characters but the specific details that the author finds important enough to include, and the connections they make between them. What is important to the party and festival hoppers whose faery tale lives consist of getting drunk and laid as often as possible? What is important to the middle class Americans caught up in working to survive and wondering how come they are not rich and famous and important like all the politicians and pop icons? What is important to the artists and revolutionaries and all those who pay enough attention to the world that they feel driven to change it, even if in some small subtle way? What is important to you? Are you the hero of your own epic world-shaping story, or just a minor character in someone else’s cosmic barroom joke told so many times that it’s not even funny anymore? There is no such thing as fate, only giving up control and succumbing to random external events as if they mean nothing.

What adventures do you choose to live, what dreams do you choose to make real? When you reach that dark night at the end of your life will you be able to look back in satisfaction and say that it was the greatest story ever told? What about at the end of the day when you lay down to sleep, will all the trials and triumphs of a lifetime be crammed into those waking hours, crammed into just one hour, crammed into every single moment? This is your life after all. Are you living it?