I used to cross the galaxy for donuts- used to cover more ground in a day around LA than some people do in a month- used to write articles, short stories, and novels in the time I spent last week barely able to stand.
I know I’ve always been able to form very honest and sincere looking words. Actually writing them for the first time and putting myself on the page and seeing myself?
The ‘why’ that’s going to hold out for me is that if I’m not embodying this then I might as well not be here. What the fuck is the point of staying alive if I’m not going to try to make the world around me better in even a small way?
Our mainstream American culture is inundated with cheap, meaningless, and unoriginal storytelling, journalism, and commentary. I need my fellow citizens to be wise and informed to steer our nation into a dynamic future.
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“You talk yourself out of creation. As a kid you have the ability to create, you can make a box into a frickin’ rocket ship, but you grow out of that. I wish that I had given myself the opportunity to figure that out.”
“I’m not going to get anywhere worrying about a reality that doesn’t exist. To quote The Truman Show: we accept the reality with which we’re presented. If it’s not in front of my face, I don’t see it.”