Charles Bukowski // "I was laying in bed one night and I thought, 'I'll just quit. To hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit. Save that tiny little ember of spark. And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.'"
Don’t you understand America? I don’t want what you have. I’m done with the nine to five, disgusted by your fancy suburban neighborhoods. Fed up with television, football and fighting wars.
I wholeheartedly embrace your notion of personal freedom. If only you weren’t tapping my phone. If only you actually embraced freedom. Then, I would embrace you.
That’s my “spark.” To me, too many people are content. Where is their “spark?” Where is that thing that makes humans question, directs us toward change and leads us into the utopia of our individualistic ideas.
Their spark has withered away. Been tortured by those who incessantly bow and kneel. Stomped out by those who grovel at the feet of “leaders.”
It is easy to succumb. It is easy to fall to our feet and quit. This is certain.
But, when we dream of what could be, we know not to kneel! When we unlock ourselves and catch glimpses of the fire to be started, we know to not trivially hand over our sparks.
Do not shy away from the weight of being alive. Put it on your shoulders and smile. Know that you singularly make your decisions and by allowing others to control your decisions, that becomes your decision. That becomes your choice.
What’s your choice?
