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"Dreamers are the sanest of us. We're not crazy, frankly, we're quite practical creatures. We don't gamble with the regrets and what ifs of life, we figure if you only have one life to live, you ought to live it to its fullest. I think we frighten society because we can't be pinned down, groomed into minions, boxed-in, brainwashed, dictated. What we possess cannot be stolen. We refuse to submit to something that doesn't satisfy us, no matter how many times we're drilled that "this is just the way it is" or "that's just life", with a shrug of shoulders. See, we know they're lying through their teeth. We know nothing is impossible. We enrich our spirits, and worry less about our pocketbooks. The fulfilled will die the richest on the earth, even if penniless. We're the ones who change the world, for with no dreams to fuel it, there would cease to be the electricity of change, the progression of the world would come to a frozen halt, and yet, we're ostracized, mocked, misunderstood, insulted, called insane.
No, insanity is the belief that money trumps happiness, the delusion that you will never run out of time to do the things you dream of, that obtaining and exhibiting your wealth is more important than the health of humanity and of the earth, that ego will serve you better than humility, that superficiality is of greater weight than spirit. Insanity is letting it always be "someday" instead of "today".
If only the world could understand that the greatest risk is to let go of your dreams, to give up on the pursuit of happiness, a better quality of life for all, to surrender to the world's madness and disorder. The risk is not in being a dreamer, it's in sitting there unsatisfied and doing nothing. Stand up and walk. Excuses are for the spineless."
"Dreamers are the sanest of us. We're not crazy, frankly, we're quite practical creatures. We don't gamble with the regrets and what ifs of life, we figure if you only have one life to live, you ought to live it to its fullest. I think we frighten society because we can't be pinned down, groomed into minions, boxed-in, brainwashed, dictated. What we possess cannot be stolen. We refuse to submit to something that doesn't satisfy us, no matter how many times we're drilled that "this is just the way it is" or "that's just life", with a shrug of shoulders. See, we know they're lying through their teeth. We know nothing is impossible. We enrich our spirits, and worry less about our pocketbooks. The fulfilled will die the richest on the earth, even if penniless. We're the ones who change the world, for with no dreams to fuel it, there would cease to be the electricity of change, the progression of the world would come to a frozen halt, and yet, we're ostracized, mocked, misunderstood, insulted, called insane.
No, insanity is the belief that money trumps happiness, the delusion that you will never run out of time to do the things you dream of, that obtaining and exhibiting your wealth is more important than the health of humanity and of the earth, that ego will serve you better than humility, that superficiality is of greater weight than spirit. Insanity is letting it always be "someday" instead of "today".
If only the world could understand that the greatest risk is to let go of your dreams, to give up on the pursuit of happiness, a better quality of life for all, to surrender to the world's madness and disorder. The risk is not in being a dreamer, it's in sitting there unsatisfied and doing nothing. Stand up and walk. Excuses are for the spineless."
(belated) DECLARATION OF NAPOWRIMO
because i'm sad and life is reaaaaaaal tricky lately and i'm either at work or in bed stressing about how i need to be at work.
money, money.
i haven't written a poem in a long time.
who else is participating this year?
The Truth, in a diary entry--
March begins strangely. I plan my life around the inevitable rejections of April. I fill out an application to be a substitute, I prepare a resume for TFA. I dream of scenarios of teaching in Hawaii, on the West Coast, in Northern America, in Florida. I plan my days around reading and writing, cooking and painting if I have the time, for the rest of the year.
A week ago I received an acceptance email from the University of Alaska, followed by a personalized email from Gerri Brightwell who urged me to contact her and fellow graduates with questions. Yesterday I received an email from the University of Arkansas informing me they’ve enjoy
reading my misspellings like, wow, i am uneducated
on a less serious and lighter note, i have secluded so far within myself that i don't face the same obstacles i did a year ago. may be in part due to joining a Facebook group for writers who are ATTEMPTING to do more but have yet to; or who have, and succeeded; who had, and failed, and soon after achieved. they're me without all the doubt; footings met with SUPPORT and confirmation that remind me my mindfuck is not an isolated inherited mutation, that failure is commonplace and OK. i've also found coffee shops (and tea, lots of black english breakfast) to be great motivators. ALSO i ordered a book off of HPB and it was cents! one of my favori
writing prose like
me: hm, maybe i should delete this part? not really necessary--
me: *deletes 90% of piece*
me: (: better
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I hear ya. Where I live I see a lot of street people who've tried to live a dream but became disenfranchised by the system and are 'living' in what I see as a compromised existence now. Unwilling to bend the slightest to the system that could help them, but still proclaiming that they're lifestyle is the only way, but I know they're lonely and cold and hungry.
Do you consider imagination to be in the same category as dreams?
Do you consider imagination to be in the same category as dreams?