So much to do, nothing I want to. This mug has me buzzing out of my skin and minutes passing like hours. Nostalgia is a bitch.
My hands are filled with opposing forces and I can feel my wingspan widening. I'm in love, I'll scream, but you'll remind me that I can never be fully happy if you're not. Have you been selfless for me recently? Have I been for you? I think we both know the answers and we're ashamed to face the shambles behind us. You see yourself as three miles down down the road, and no matter how fast I run, you never lose the energy to move at the same pace. I just wish you'd turn around and cut the distance in half. My legs are aching. Carry me. You're not supposed to be my subject.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Participation.
Our grandparents were lying about their ages to fight for our country at 17. Our parents were self-sufficient at 18.
Forgive me if I have no sympathy when you tell me that you're just not ready to grow up yet.
Lives change and so do people; this doesn't mean we should stall the here and now. Your strengths now are the definition of a generation, a largely untapped well of capability. It doesn't mean you should sit back and wait for the rest of your life; it means you should search for it. Doing what you love now means understanding what you'll love tomorrow. Moving, losing, failing, falling. Do better. Try again. I've never known a path to be perfectly straight.
We're a product of the trophies we received just for showing up. Why cross the street on my own when someone's dying to hold my hand?
Where patriotism is a dying ideal and God is a dictionary definition, we look our five-year-old selves in the face and ask them who will be the leaders of their tomorrow. Everyone has a crisis and a cause worth their sole focus. Meaning has tunnel vision and cross hairs set on one. We're a network of tunnels and the maze is growing unnavigable. Who will take their eye off the lens? Who will see a world instead a being?
It's perfectly imperfect and it's ours to pioneer. We can each blaze a trail and burn down everything beautiful, or we can get our hands dirty and build a legacy. Nothing is insignificant. No one is insignificant. I don't believe that all we can do is try. I believe that all we can do is never stop trying.
Growing up doesn't mean growing old.
Forgive me if I have no sympathy when you tell me that you're just not ready to grow up yet.
Lives change and so do people; this doesn't mean we should stall the here and now. Your strengths now are the definition of a generation, a largely untapped well of capability. It doesn't mean you should sit back and wait for the rest of your life; it means you should search for it. Doing what you love now means understanding what you'll love tomorrow. Moving, losing, failing, falling. Do better. Try again. I've never known a path to be perfectly straight.
We're a product of the trophies we received just for showing up. Why cross the street on my own when someone's dying to hold my hand?
Where patriotism is a dying ideal and God is a dictionary definition, we look our five-year-old selves in the face and ask them who will be the leaders of their tomorrow. Everyone has a crisis and a cause worth their sole focus. Meaning has tunnel vision and cross hairs set on one. We're a network of tunnels and the maze is growing unnavigable. Who will take their eye off the lens? Who will see a world instead a being?
It's perfectly imperfect and it's ours to pioneer. We can each blaze a trail and burn down everything beautiful, or we can get our hands dirty and build a legacy. Nothing is insignificant. No one is insignificant. I don't believe that all we can do is try. I believe that all we can do is never stop trying.
Growing up doesn't mean growing old.
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