This crazy life
I've been doing a lot of soul searching lately. Do you ever feel the need to reach deep down in to your soul and rip out all the guts and motivation and promise and pride and just throw it all out on the table, unleashing it from its quiet slumber?
Existing isn't enough for me anymore.
I want to taste the experiences, I want to reach out to people and squeeze really hard. I want to laugh until my bones hurt and cramp. I want to shake, rattle, and roll out all of my dreams, thoughts, desires on to the red carpet of my choosing.
I'm happy, I'm content, but I know I can do better.
Maybe it's my survivalists genes talking, saying, get the fuck up and go to school and make something of yourself. NOW! You can DO IT.
Why am I plagued with laziness???????
Sadness?
Weariness?
exhaustion?
Please, please, please, forgive me for being so lucid, so unavailable.
I feel as though I am on the precipice of a new beginning, a new chapter. It's pages are crisp, flapping jauntily at me, teasing me. I resist the urge to skip to the end because that wouldn't be fair now, would it?
Why is it so hard to live? Is dying easier?
I have a huge uphill battle ahead of me, full of pure unadulterated living, of bullet proofing my future. Anyone care to join me?
I am going to create crazy films, and help people realize their visual dreams. I want to drag out other people's thoughts, demanding that they recognize their specialties and peculiarities. Aren't we all special?
I refuse to become another mediocre entity, blandly and blindly contributing to the surplus population.
I want to, I AM, taking charge of my life, my thoughts, my actions, my words. I will tell everyone I need to that I love them, fervently, without reservations or expectations.
I will finish my education, and pave that road toward the future.
I will laugh with friends, create, and experience, and enjoy their essence.
I will caress my love, nurture our faith in ourselves and our future.
I will make a difference, even if it kills me in the end. because if we don't try to make a dent in this tiny speckle of molecules and atoms that make up this planet, what the fuck are we doing here? Generations didn't live and die before us so we can lay waste to their vigilant efforts.
My grandmother didn't have her uterus reversed and the virgin mary cry and give her 2 miracle babies, just so i can sit here and type this garbage today, oh no! I will survive, I will prevail, and I will save everyone I can in the process.
I love you all.just remember that.
Existing isn't enough for me anymore.
I want to taste the experiences, I want to reach out to people and squeeze really hard. I want to laugh until my bones hurt and cramp. I want to shake, rattle, and roll out all of my dreams, thoughts, desires on to the red carpet of my choosing.
I'm happy, I'm content, but I know I can do better.
Maybe it's my survivalists genes talking, saying, get the fuck up and go to school and make something of yourself. NOW! You can DO IT.
Why am I plagued with laziness???????
Sadness?
Weariness?
exhaustion?
Please, please, please, forgive me for being so lucid, so unavailable.
I feel as though I am on the precipice of a new beginning, a new chapter. It's pages are crisp, flapping jauntily at me, teasing me. I resist the urge to skip to the end because that wouldn't be fair now, would it?
Why is it so hard to live? Is dying easier?
I have a huge uphill battle ahead of me, full of pure unadulterated living, of bullet proofing my future. Anyone care to join me?
I am going to create crazy films, and help people realize their visual dreams. I want to drag out other people's thoughts, demanding that they recognize their specialties and peculiarities. Aren't we all special?
I refuse to become another mediocre entity, blandly and blindly contributing to the surplus population.
I want to, I AM, taking charge of my life, my thoughts, my actions, my words. I will tell everyone I need to that I love them, fervently, without reservations or expectations.
I will finish my education, and pave that road toward the future.
I will laugh with friends, create, and experience, and enjoy their essence.
I will caress my love, nurture our faith in ourselves and our future.
I will make a difference, even if it kills me in the end. because if we don't try to make a dent in this tiny speckle of molecules and atoms that make up this planet, what the fuck are we doing here? Generations didn't live and die before us so we can lay waste to their vigilant efforts.
My grandmother didn't have her uterus reversed and the virgin mary cry and give her 2 miracle babies, just so i can sit here and type this garbage today, oh no! I will survive, I will prevail, and I will save everyone I can in the process.
I love you all.just remember that.