Give me the mad ones, the dreamers, those whose hearts burn with the fire of a thousand suns. Give me passion or give me death! (I mean... liberty is nice too).


Why is it that every time I seem to have something figured out, a new opportunity comes along and blinds me with its sparkling promise. DARN it. 


It would be SO much easier if I were the type that was regularly calm and put together... much less stress on the nervous system, I'm sure.


But ultimately, it's all par for the course. Everyday I wake up, I must remember for the rare chance I've taken on my youth: the chance to do exactly what I want, because I am determined, because I love it, because really there are no rules, and because I CAN.


Gimme Gimme that thing called LOVE!