September 15th, 2009

Mask

The Only People For Me

"The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be saved; the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars." -Jack Kerouac

Sometimes, in my dance around the internet, I see the usual hatred and disgust for people who look, act, feel or live outside of some unspecified mainstream ideal. I see this, and I'm reminded of this quote by Jack Kerouac. I am so glad that I know the mad ones - I am so honored that my life has lead me to the people who burn. I am so lucky that I get to see people who create, who desire, who are passionate. I'm glad I get to talk to people for who make me push myself forward. I am glad that I know people who strive, not to be normal, not to fit in, but for an elusive, intangible greatness, for whom life is an art that they can master, but never perfect. I am glad they do not conform. I am glad they worry more about what is right than what is in fashion. I am glad that I know the risk takers and heart breakers. I'm glad it's not simple or easy but weird and hard and oh, so glorious.