i’m a strong believer that not everything you do needs an explanation. if you want a tattoo, get one. if you rather stay home that night, it’s okay to miss that party. don’t forget that you’re living for yourself. you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your choices or preferences.
My state of mind tells me that I could conquer the world.
Right. Now. I could dance holes in my shoes. I could write the sappiest song. I could hug AND kiss an unknowing passerby. I could start a show tune in the middle of Times Square and sing til there were thousands behind me. I could shamelessly start a cinematic dance line without any backups. I could run aimless circles in pure celebration.
Right. Now. I could face a grizzly bear and scoff. I could play Russian roulette with a 6-shot revolver and dry-fire 5 times. I could drink a concoction of rattlesnake venom and cyanide and get a stomach-ache at worst. I could unwaveringly face a charging bull while wearing a red jumpsuit and rosy cheeks. I could beat a fatal disease.
Right. Now. I could lose my arm in a tragic accident and the smile wouldn’t be shaken from my mouth. I could watch a meter-maid write me a parking ticket that I don’t deserve and I’d thank him for it. I could donate my life savings to a false charity. I could be asked -“Hey, I’m moving across town, could you help me out?”- by 10 separate friends and I’d oblige every last one. I could receive news of my childhood dog’s death, and I wouldn’t so much as wince.
Am I understood?.. I’ve got the world at my fingertips and as of now, I couldn’t possibly be usurped. There isn’t a thing that I don’t have the confidence or peace-of-mind for, because of her. She’s a safety net, a safety net made of skin and bones and full of life. And apparently… Love