No Matter What….
Today, this day, without regret and a solid Las Vegas bet, decide to secede, proceed, gather up all strength, all wits, with power and delight, with one eye on the ball, and the other on the starry, starry night.
Find a way to dream, to seem, to become the crème de la crème…for life is waiting, and nothing, no distant circumstances, no critics with one leg teaching running, no erections of statues of government workers in front of haberdashers and old general stores…nothing can stop a mind that is willing, that is seceding from the pack, that is flying high in the low light, that is traveling once again down Route 66 at 90 miles an hour, top down, music blaring right through Gallup in and out of the dream catchers.
Be an anomaly, a truth seeking missile, the men in that back boardroom who are planning the next quarter under the full moon on a January beach in Ft Lauderdale at 75 degrees.
No matter what ever seems in the way, no matter the difficulty, you paint a bigger picture. You divine water from rocks. You progress with faster hybrids. You tap dance on tabletops. You smile before the dawn all the way to the next sunset. You, and you alone, go out on a cliff and watch the surly darkness get split into fiery colors and roseate clouds of a last twilight.
No matter what, today, you drive and dunk and dive and swim and sway. You have the swagger it takes to hang ten on a dream. You be so much into the game it is not a game any longer, but a life lived in pique states of awareness, adventures unfolding the red carpet of time.
For…you, right now, today, are willing and not afraid. You have taken down all the facades and the relics and taken the temperatures and it is 20 below zero. And you don’t care, because you have hand warmers. You were taught at a young age how to dress in layers, how to put on deodorant no matter what, to fly high no matter what, to get a few steps closer to a vision, no matter what, to scream at adversity not matter what, to read poems like Howl by Ginsberg and laugh at the storylines, no matter what…Prufrock.
You do whatever it takes, today, no matter what, because you have the passion of a billion stars surging through your veins. You have the cosmic dust of 1000 generations sprinkled through your DNA. You have survived when all other little sperm heads lost the battle, the greatest battle of the ages for the incredible egg that created your face lines, features of you a movie about you, getting what you want, leaving footprints and legacies and a wake in the background radiation of a glimmering and phosphorescent tomorrow.
No matter what…take a stab at greatness. Reach for your higher zone. Detail a plan that exalts you to reverence, a status above the quo, and leaves you breathless in the chase, the race, the legendary trails of bulls in Spain, Italian cars zooming by the Grand Canyon and your image in lights, in the skies over the wild boars somewhere beyond never land near Moab, just happens to be called the mysterious canyonlands.
No matter what, give it your all today. Never look back. Take no prisoners or names. For you decide on your own brand of destiny. Ride the white horse. Live the dream. Become the last chance in the your most inspiring forever flash of brilliance.
Brilliant!