:: Tuesday, October 01, 2002 ::

"Let's swim to the moon..." (The Doors)

They all need to talk, to be heard, to have an understanding soul validate them. When they shut the doors, block out all sights and sounds and expectations... what are they left alone with? Mature, collected, wise adults, facing the world with complacent smiles while tiny, huge parts of themselves are dying... No life, no passion, no spark. That's what society requires, right?
Oh people, walking around with hearts stifled, silenced, buried under a lifetime of expectations... Please wake up, please! Let yourselves weep over beauty. Let those deep, undefinable places inside be stirred by nostalgia. Don't learn how to laugh -- just let it pour out of you when joy seeps through the cracks. Do you not understand that life without passion is a tragic oxymoron?
Grow young while you can... enjoy life, relish it... imbibe pleasure... be crazy and unique and unconventional... do what makes you dizzy with delight... run after the dreams that catch at your heart strands... wake up!
Life is meant to be lived, and you are all so beautiful. Can you see it? Can you?

"And what I gotta say, is rebel...
While today is still today, choose well..." ~Lauryn Hill

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