Don’t wonder why people go crazy, wonder why they don’t.
Crazy has a tendency to have a bad rap. Its connotation leads one to think poor of someone or something. But you know what? I want crazy. I want to experience it in all facets of my life. I want to be the fool. I want to be so fricken enthusiastic about what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with that the only way to describe the moment would be with the words like: silly, absurd, ridiculous, preposterous, cockamamie, passionate, keen, enamored, infatuated, smitten, devoted, fanatical, wild, mad, and… hog wild.
My thing is: I think its somewhere out there looking for me. When in fact it could be right here. Waiting for life to lift me up will keep me where I am; I think it might be time to show this world what it is that I’ve been waiting on…
Anyone feel like joining me?
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