Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Cynthia: God, don't you ever feel like everything we do and everything we've been taught is just to service the future?
Tony: Yeah I know, like it's all preparation.
Cynthia: Right. But what are we preparing ourselves for?
Mike: Death.
Tony: Life of the party.
Mike: It's true.
Cynthia: You know, but that's valid because if we are all gonna die anyway shouldn't we be enjoying ourselves now? You know, I'd like to quit thinking of the present, like right now, as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.

A rant short & sweet:

I want my dreams to come true so bad it hurts. I can't even sleep anymore. I lay there on my futon and my brain is running a mile a minute thinking about the future and all the challenges that await and considering all of the "what-ifs" and "what-could-bes."

I remember one time falling on my knees and crying this ridiculous, melodramatic flood of tears. I was like 13 or 14 and I cried and cried, as I was trying to explain to my mother that there was something inside me, this untamed, unbound passion that is fighting so hard to reach this extremity of goals. Goals that are impractical and rare and one in a million. There's this feeling bouncing around inside me, always. It's like I'm carrying around this fire, and I'm always trying to catch my breath and keep everything in perspective.

Sometimes I want it so bad i feel the need to scream.

I trust myself. But it's a constant struggle trying to help others understand the colossal ambition that's always in my heart and on mind and melting from my soul.

I want you to trust me. Trust in the ambition.

xoLo

let's read William Blake and talk about souls and stuff.