Ever read Kerouac? If not then you should!
He's wild, fresh, alive. Like sticking your head out of the car when you're a child...dangerous, you know you shouldn't, but it feels great. You can't breathe cause of all the fresh air filling your body. It's too much. Our bodies are meant to take on that much are they? They can't be. They tell us it's bad for us but it makes us stronger. Nietsche and all that shizzle.
We don't say YES anymore. It's always "
maybe later", "
Can't be bothered", "
erm I don't think so." When do we ever say fuck to society, fuck to the future, fuck the world, the system...
"YES YES YES!"We think we crave shit...yeah course we do. A dabble here, a dabble there, cans, bottles, crates of beer. But then what do we need to bring us back? More cider? More whisky? More Gin? Naaahhhh...we need Orange juice, water, salads, oil, fresh air...natural, earth, real stuff.
What's better? Watching a football match on the tele in a sweating room, stifled by the gas fire or watching it in the Main Stand, the fans, the shouts, the grass, the passion, the air?
Wow...we don't love life as much as we should...say wow more, sing more, dance more, be a good person and enjoy yourself!
