February 1, 2013

• Dreams

  Did I tell you that the anthem of the year was dreams?
  For a good friend told me that when we were young we would dream of the impossible
  and as we got older we have forgotten what it is like to believe in the world
  and more importantly believe in ourselves.  That we who are but one
  can do immeasurable things if we simply believed and acted on the passions 
  and true cares of our souls.  So I will have to apologize in advance for my struggles
  because as I push myself into the uncomfortable and my arms begin shake
  and my body is about to give, do trust that it is not weakness that you are seeing 
  but strength forming.   See, I was born without a silver spoon and yet I have always
  always demanded and wanted more from the world.  Where did I get this sense of entitlement?
  Lets pretend that it is completely God-given.  That I deserve this moment that it was given to me
  for a divine purpose.  That I am not here simply by happenstance but rather this moment  
  has and always been mine to claim.  And not for myself as Solomon desired wisdom not for
  his own vanity, purpose, and pursuits of world domination, but it was a request so that he may better
  be a steward for his people.  And so in this moment, let the suns, moons, stars, and even black holes
  align, because there are moments when enough is enough.  When men rise against their circumstance
  because they have desired more.  I overlook the audacity of my parents to leave what they have known
  risk life, limb, and sea to come to this great country, and I already being here can not even leave my desk.
  What fear do we have?  So I will shout it once again as a declaration to hundreds of people I respect on this space
  that this is the year of dreams.  We have squandered our dreams of lamborghinis into supped out civics,
  we have given up our goals of greek god-like bodies and have settled for the reflections we see before us today,
  and we have given up our ideals of changing the world to reposting videos and articles of social change on facebook.
  We are the lost generation, No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression.
  Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. 
  So while the world may vent and give up on the ridiculousness of our pursuits,
  It would be more ridiculous living this life unlived.
  Two thousand thirteen.  Come at me bro.

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