Saturday, November 29, 2008
one good thing
There can be no shame in the failure of a man who fails in his quest for the ultimate point of contact; the ultimate representation of humanness and compassion, and his desire to seek not the end of the course but the beginning of a spacial divide between what once was and what can possibly be. This transformation however must occur as not a representation of reality; an acting gig, but a stance on one good thing that brings all the necessary liquids to the fire only to be used when the desire becomes too much to bear. He who fails in this type of persuit is more so a winner than the ones who prefer to age without reason and persist without cause. They make you scared of trying because that fear is what they all have in common. To break away from such a consistent pattern would simply look bad in the eyes of the others who lead by design and follow without question. They took their creative and passionate sides and put them away in a box somewhere long ago. Get rid of the box and you will have no place to put your dreams but in your future. I will fail at that effort, everyday! LLC
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