Would you like to have an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first? It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your front door you step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to. Where would you like to go, what would you really like to do with your life? See Istanbul, Port Said, Nairobi, Budapest. Write a book. Smoke too many cigarettes. Fall off a cliff, but get caught in a tree halfway down. Get shot at a few times in a dark alley on a Moroccan midnight. It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. If you came at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three. Oh God, it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much. Friendship, is a very comforting sort of thing to have. Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence. I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know. I don’t have to runaway and live in the street. I can runaway and I can go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to mountains. I could go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan. Your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. Here’s to the momentous moments of today, tomorrow, and the rest of our lives. One day you’ll discover you are alive. Don’t waste time. Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once and awhile, you could miss it. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds. Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead. Life is the messy bits. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive, I know I’m alive, I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the exhaustible variety of life. We are living breathing beings of disaster.
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