Pure Delight

Did you know you have a choice of how to feel, how to take a pleasant attitude and extrude it into bliss, joy, ecstasy and riveting tintinnabulation on the drum hum of a blasé day?

            Become the adventure and the high roads. The only goal in this world that you need is to have fun, press all your clothes and get on the road to discovery, curious wonder, as you walk tall, stand tall, take in it all and cry wild wolf howls in the middle of night.

            Be aware, scare off the wormy little thoughts that nag at your shirt sleeves, tailcoats, and hem lines as you jump from the frying pan into the exploding cosmic revelation. What else is there?

If you believe you can have fun most of time, if you realize your highest aspirations and truths, your uncanny abilities are but a good night’s sleep away, a spinning around in the living room of your detailed desires, a pirouette on the street corner in the soft rains.  If you know in your heart, it is your mission, your goal to feel good, to have fun, to add inspired treason to every mundane, status quo harboring of living on the edge of barely getting there.

            You are the talented child you were supposed to be.  You are the inevitable conclusion of a happy-ending story.  You are the insane perfection walking on water, flying, soaring, realizing, touching, living, yes living with all that you’ve got, a cigar in one hand, and a cold beer in the other, a ham sandwich and a Swiss-cheese smile, a perpetration in the delegation of sovereignties living outside prime time TV.

            Believe you can write like Tom Robbins, dance like Fred Astaire in the rain, sing like hummingbirds over 100 foot pine trees swaying in the wind, and gather all your wits about you to play it dangerous on the slipshod day, and come away with the inspired and piqued enthusiasm of the 300 in ancient Greece, the remarkable achievements of Alexander the Great, the swimming abilities of Phips, and Franklin in the 2012 Anglo Saxon Olympics.

            Get out there today and have so much wholesome fun that it seems illegal to the myopic minds, the crybaby victims littering the boulevard of broken dreams.

            But not you, not today, not ever…for you have found the cosmic key to unlock the truth of living…and you will do it from now on, on a boat, with a goat, and eat green eggs and call up Dr. Sues to play, and play…for if you do not play, you have lost your way.

            Find the meat, the core, the quintessential purity of living with pure fun, joy, bliss so that you do not have to eat that frog…you can kiss it.