You are bored. I can tell. You are bored with your life as a grocery store checkout line employee. You are tired of ripping ticket stubs at the theater. You are afraid that you might end up mopping floors forever. Expected to shut up and take whatever you’re fed, and never asked for your view of anything. You are the underprivileged and ignored. I am here to collect you.
Now that your hopes are up, I’m going to drop you. I’m going to drop you like a newborn baby on your head.
You have got to be real. You aren’t real enough.
Don’t tell people what you want. Want it. Want it so that every second you have is spent thinking about it, imagining it, conceiving it. And then do it. Do it, and don’t give a damn what people think about it. But listen to criticism. Listen to the wise. Listen to the talented. And listen to the absurd.
You’ve got to realize that everything is balance, everything is equilibrium, everything is in dualities.