Maybe, I'm still like a child sitting in a shopping cart. Watching the world through jaded eyes only triggered by objects that catch my attention. Perhaps, I'm a bit like Picasso. Starving to show the world my vision. An inability to have people see the true genius of my work.
However, could I possible look at the world through a history cinematographer's lens. Waiting with uncanny patients to capture the image, the movement, that will be associated with some glorifying or horrifying historical event.
If music be my escape let it be that my soul is intertwined with Hendrix and The Beatles. Searching for the one liner, the anthem, the melody to defy a generation.
If poems be my muse conceivably the internal torture of Poe be my motivation factor, or for literary immortality as it may be I should find my inner F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Except even if these greats have a manifestation inside of me, I'm yet a naive twenty three year old. Whose mere life seems to revolve around an intense want of leaving an extravagant yet mystifying tall tale behind me.
I could not dare to leave this world and enter the stratosphere being called boring, plain, or unadventurous. I want them to say my laughter held it's own special tune. My smile glistened brighter than any prized gem.
I want people to hold their heads high and chase their dreams to the moon. I want to create a legacy such as the American Cowboys. I want to be remembers as a person who fell more than she stood, but fearlessly took the next step anyways. I want to inspire before I transpire. So, I will fight like Ali to leave an indescribable, altering, purely passion and fire of a story behind me. For I only live once and this may be the next great story read by all.
-------------------------> This came to me at work today. I am not sure what to do with it. I don't know why I had the urge to share it, other than the fact that some of the phrases seemed literary inspiring and I couldn't let the passion or fire die within me.
Blessings and Well Wishes
