Where is it? That insatiable lust for life? Aren’t you ecstatic to be alive?
Just look around you and oh my gods. Pulsing, vibrant, unpredictable, dynamic, turbulent, beautiful, changing, dizzying, captivating...do you really have nothing to say? There is so much, so much to say. So much to do. So much to be. And all you can say is "yeah," or "kay," or "mk," or "whatever?"
Don't you SEE?! The world is HERE! You should have so much to say that you don't know where to start and the words tumble over each other, so much that your life is an endless chase of stars, of too many, too much, yet: more, more, more; carpe, carpe diem. You should SCREAM your dreams and hopes and failures at the waning moon. You should CRAVE another adrenaline rush. You should FEEL your blood sing when you gaze upon the raging waters of the Atlantic, upon the glorious aurora borealis, upon the never-ending, gorgeous truth that is in you, in me.
Seize, grab, reach, YEARN! yearn for truth, for the brutal hand that grabs us, tears us from our mundane materialism and makes us free, that forces upon us the truth that liberates us.
For once, just live. You won't be able to go back. Because you are so, so, so, so much bigger than the life that you are living.
Don’t you, don't you, don't you want to GO? To reach, struggle, suffer, cry, almost fail (almost, almost, ALMOST fail) and then GO?!
You should have so much to say that you don't make sense.
Just look around you and oh my gods. Pulsing, vibrant, unpredictable, dynamic, turbulent, beautiful, changing, dizzying, captivating...do you really have nothing to say? There is so much, so much to say. So much to do. So much to be. And all you can say is "yeah," or "kay," or "mk," or "whatever?"
Don't you SEE?! The world is HERE! You should have so much to say that you don't know where to start and the words tumble over each other, so much that your life is an endless chase of stars, of too many, too much, yet: more, more, more; carpe, carpe diem. You should SCREAM your dreams and hopes and failures at the waning moon. You should CRAVE another adrenaline rush. You should FEEL your blood sing when you gaze upon the raging waters of the Atlantic, upon the glorious aurora borealis, upon the never-ending, gorgeous truth that is in you, in me.
Seize, grab, reach, YEARN! yearn for truth, for the brutal hand that grabs us, tears us from our mundane materialism and makes us free, that forces upon us the truth that liberates us.
For once, just live. You won't be able to go back. Because you are so, so, so, so much bigger than the life that you are living.
Don’t you, don't you, don't you want to GO? To reach, struggle, suffer, cry, almost fail (almost, almost, ALMOST fail) and then GO?!
You should have so much to say that you don't make sense.
1 nosmctme:
i love this
it makes no sense :)
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