Last week, I met with this beautiful person who is my professor from last semester and had a very inspiring talk with him.... he just inspires me.
After I left, I wrote this;
I have a pen because it guards me- it guards me agains moments when I feel dry, or the fear of haing something to write and not being able to and then I forget about it.
They say artists bring about their own demise and so do people of genius.
I refuse to not stop and think. I refuse to look and not see. I refuse to not change.
He warned me against educated ignorance, he warned me against ridding myself of insight- of looking at things with purely theoretical eyes. Life is not theory and our society is far from one that would conform to a theory. A rigid theory. Because, no matter how much it lacks the mobility, it is a highly dynamic society.
I need to sit and reflect more, because life is beyond the practical matters.
What lies beyond those gates of practicality is where life begins...and I will not stand at the gates. I have the pass to go beyond them: the eyes of a wanderer- a wonderer- a dreamer : an agent of change.
The world needs more passion, the will to turn a dream into a goal, and to find the means to do so. You are not given means, you find them.
Dear Citizen of the World,
Find your means (not your way, it's okay to be lost)
How is everyone?